Queen Naija Birth Chart Novels & Stories

Queen squealed. "Look at Ore!" Funmbi pointed at Ore who was dressed in a tuxedo and was seated with Tiwa and Vivian. "And so? Abeg! I Dey talk better matter, you dey show me ore! What should I do to it?! That one that doesn't know which direction his life is going yet" Queen said. "Eh! Women! Women o! The same guy you wanted to die for? The same guy you dated till your second year in university! No money now, insults! I fear who no fear women!" Zainab exclaimed dramatically.

He bowed his head and then sat down. “Another thing, and this pertains to everyone here. Do not call me your highness, master, sire, basically anything to do with the Queen status. I am just like all of you. I grew up as an omega and that’s the way I am going to keep living my life. The only time any of that formal title shit will be even remotely tolerated, is during some formal events. Got it?” I said with a stern look in my eye so they all knew I was serious.

Joyfully, queen Nneka awaits the king, her mother queen Adaeze gave her a drug to use immediately after she lay with the king, it will make her get pregnant instantly. Getting pregnant will give her, power, fame, honor, wealth, and most importantly having the king's heart, that was her mindset.

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

The midwife, Kathia urged. “It hurts, Kathia. I think there’s something wrong.” Neyra said in tears as she tried to push. “There’s nothing wrong, my dear. You just need to push. Gemma, get behind her and massage her shoulders to ease her pain.” Kathia said to the handmaiden that was assisting her to birth the queen’s baby. Gemma went behind the queen and rubbed her back just as she was instructed. “Just try to breathe, my lady.” She said.

"If your wolf requires an introduction to the new distribution authority, look no further. Miss Bello, address your sovereign queen. This is Zaria Okoye, my legal wife." Nia freezes completely, her breath catching in her throat as she stares at my worn jacket and cheap boots. Zaria Okoye... the rogue nurse from the lower sectors... the legal queen of the Adebayo Dominion? "Is this a tactical jest, Master Kael? The hall keepers explicitly stated she was a silver-needle specialist brought in to handle your blood channels!" "She is the supreme healer of my inner court, and she carries the Adebayo blood seal as my wife," Kael states, his tone turning incredibly sharp. "Does your unranked wolf po

, I asked him, "Because every king must have a queen", he replied simply, "But...", I began still confused as hell, "Do not question my authority", he growled at me, "You shall be my Luna Queen and that is final", he demanded before stomping away... Is this how our conversations are going to be? He should let it drive deep down home that even though I have no boastful rank, I am not the submissive kind. A minute later, an woman who looked to be in her late fifties entered and walked straight towards me, she bowed her head, "Luna Queen", the title gave me slight shivers and entirely dismissed the idea of anyone referring to me as that.

Her own attire – simple green wool instead of her usual hunting leathers – drew curious glances from other gods and nymphs who passed them on the way. "He always knows when his favorite toys return home. And he never likes it when we've been playing in his garden without his permission." There was edge to her voice – a resentment born of centuries spent under Zeus’s rule, of watching him claim dominion over all things while expecting others to follow his commands without question. She had always valued her independence more than most of the Olympians, choosing the freedom of the wild over the comforts of the palace, but even she felt the pull of duty that bound them all to their king.

the Queen asked, looking confused. “How old are you?” the King asked me. “I just turned nineteen today,” I responded. The Queen looked up at me in surprise, “It is not possible,” she commented quietly. “What is not possible?” the King asked her. “Only those kissed by the Moon Goddess are born on their nineteenth birthday. They have no indication of their wolf until their nineteenth year,” the Queen informed us.