Queen Naija And Chris Novels & Stories

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

“I only want to speak with Miss Naomi in private.” “In private?” Chris repeated the words as though he were trying to understand something incredibly complicated. Then he turned toward Naomi. “Does my fiancée like that idea?” Naomi almost choked. Fiancée? But before she could react, Chris had already turned back to Falcon. “I don’t think so.” The faint smile on Falcon’s face began to disappear. “I’m speaking to Miss Naomi.” “And I’m sitting next to Miss Naomi.” Chris gave a casual shrug. “So I think we’re all talking together now.”

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber. We all sat in the huge Hall, the long polished table gleaming under the flickering torchlights. I sat opposite Kaelen, my gaze fixed on my food while Dren occupied the head of the table, a king in his own right despite his limitations. Dren and Kaelen were deep in conversation, their voices a low rumble of politics and trade, Lira shifted in me when Kaelen's gaze suddenly landed on me. "Luna Queen Zeva," Kaelen said, his voice a low resonant baritone that vibrated in the cavernous space, making me look up.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Laura opened it, to check the data she had requested before leaving for Italy. "Everything's recorded there, miss. I've written in detail about the Mendricks familly." Laura didn't answer. She immediately checked the data that his bodyguard had given him to check properly. There it is recorded. That Damian Mendrick had two children. One son and one daughter. His son named Alfred Zeroun Mendrick who currently serves as heir to the throne of his father. Meanwhile, her daughter named, Jessica Karyl Mendrick, is a woman of her age who is still studying at the best universities in Italy and their mother is just busy taking care of her husband, who is now lying weak due to the drugs he took when f

*** A few days later, the cellar door creaked open again. Carlo stepped inside. Gina's eyes lit up. "Carlo... you came back..." She crawled toward him, reaching for his pant leg. He stepped away. Her hand hit air. She stared, then started laughing. "I'm Principessa Chisari... Carlo loves me... I'm Donna Quaranta. I'm above everyone..." She kept mumbling, eyes empty. Carlo looked down at her, cold. "Lost your mind? Doesn't matter. Fake or real, I'm not letting you walk. This is what you get for playing me, using me, and hurting the one person I cared about."

he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen." She giggled, "Alright, can you tone that down a little?" Victor's phone rang. Shuffling into his pocket, he pulled it out and sighed, "Showing you your room would be a dream come true, but I need to leave." "It's okay," she raised a shoulder, "I'll see you around then." "No," he raised his knuckles and brushed the hair off her face, "I will see you around. Excuse me, miss," Eva stood there still stunned, watching Victor's back as he walked out the door, and he understood her; Victor's charisma was over the top, and coupled with his confidence, anyone would be intrigued.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

Liam said and left. Chris was still too scared and was filled with dread thinking about the various possibilities. His thoughts were interrupted when he was punched in the face. Chris wiped the blood off his mouth and stared at the people in front of him. He was surrounded by the tribal guards and the Queen, who had victorious smiles on their faces. " What do you want?" Chris spat at the Queen. " You," the Queen said calmly. " What do you mean?" " I want to be your woman, and for that, your mate must die."