Queen Never Cry Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The wind stopped. They clutched the small black stone in their palm. Their lips curled, sharp and cold. The crown was gone. The Queen was broken. And the storm was coming for her. --- [Chapter 117 Ends]

“Will I ever get a break? Will I ever be the one that he can’t be without?” The door opens and in walks the queen. She looks at me crying and I can see the anger in her eyes. She no doubt has heard all of what happened and she is looking like she is ready to kill someone. She walks over to my side and sits down and holds me in her arms as I continue to cry. I thought that I could hold it in, but I can’t. My heart is broken and I feel like my chest is going to wither up and kill me. The king walks in as well and closed the door and locks it.

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

“OMG! I scream, shrieking with delight, as I kiss and thank my Queen for the magnificent gift. ** This is the final chapter in the book. To read book three. You can look up the title. “The Lycans’ twins abused mate.” Thank you very much.

With eyes that glow like a full moon and a howl that shakes the earth, She will lead armies to victory, And reign with power and majesty. Her name shall be remembered with both fear and admiration, and her deeds shall be spoken of in hushed whispers for centuries to come. Her time is close. Anna's fingers traced the delicate script on the paper, trying to decipher its meaning. It was cryptic, and the words seemed to dance around on the page as if playing a game of hide and seek with her, refusing to give up their secrets. She read it repeatedly, hoping that the jumbled mess of letters would somehow make sense.

But it didn't lessen the worth of his mate for him. "Harriet, my dear, even if I wouldn't have been a descendent of the Moon Goddess, I wouldn't have rejected you for it." He kissed her cheeks to taste the saltiness of her pain, it brought tears into his eyes, too. The Alpha King who never shed a tear, not even when his grandfather was killed, was crying due to the pain of his mate. Before she could decipher the meaning of his words, the touch of his lips put her body on fire. She closed her eyes in relief, the curse was a mystery, she could never tell him about it even after living at his mansion.

Jade POV Well, this is total shit, my plan clearly worked in splitting them up by sleeping with her mate but I’m not sure why she was able to make her voice sound commanding or why she didn’t really feel any pain with the rejection, I know that it hurts like hell from experiencing it twice before, but she didn’t even blink an eye. I was hoping she was going to burst into tears and beg him to come back to her, I wanted her to look pitiful and broken while she begged on her knees that he didn’t leave her, unfortunately there was nothing, no emotion whatsoever during the rejection. The damn annoying thing is that I’m currently in this situation due to making them reject each other or because th

Chapter 4: A Revelation Unveiled As Victoria reluctantly opened her eyes, she was greeted by a horrific sight. Blood surrounded her, staining her bed and the room. Panic surged through her as she desperately searched for her child, but the baby was nowhere to be found. Confusion swirled in her mind as she realized she was back in the delivery room, the presence of the Alpha King looming over her. The stone walls were damaged, allowing the icy wind to mercilessly rush in, carrying with it flakes of cold that were reminiscent of a frozen tempest. Her heart raced as she called out for her daughter.

The presence of the queen reminded me of the duty I held, and the responsibilities that awaited me, but at that moment, all I craved was understanding and the space to find my strength. As she reached out her hand, a gesture of solace and support, I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready to accept it. But then, a glimmer of hope flickered within me, reminding me that even in the face of uncertainty, some cared for me and believed in my resilience. With tear-stained cheeks, I finally reached out and took the queen's hand. Without a word, she reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up aggressively. The pain shot through my body, but I dared not display any signs of weakness.

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”