Novel & Cerita Queen Nia The 100

“Our second nominee, Tyler Cruz!” Another popular jock. Another bully. My jaw tightened. “And finally… Silas Rennick!” I was not surprised at all. The host shifted to the Queen’s nominees. “Our first candidate, Nerissa Vaughn!” The table of queen bees squealed as Nerissa stood, tossing her hair back like the crown was already hers. “Our second candidate, Thalia Quinn!” Predictable. “And our third candidate, Vivienne Ardan!” The crowd cheered again, though I barely noticed. I was distracted by the murmurs of the girls behind me.

They all nodded in agreement. The Witches "Your grace." "Emily, please." "I wouldn't feel right addressing you by your name, your majesty." She nodded in understanding. There were 5 representatives from each supernatural order in attendance today to bear witness to this rare occurrence. "My name is Nadia, and you have the allegiance of our coven." I tried to smile as best I could but the power rolling off the queen was making me feel uneasy. We stood up ready to leave, but I needed to speak with her.

Under the cover of the manicured hedges and the bright garden lights, the Queen Mother cornered Nadia near the stone fountain. "I’ve seen women like you before, Nadia," the Queen Mother began, her slipping into a calm whisper. "Ambitious little things who think they can claw their way into a legacy by catching an Alpha in a moment of weakness. You think a pretty face and a few spreadsheets make you a Queen?" Nadia stood her ground, her chin high. "I am here to do a job, Madam." Not again.

“He shouldn’t be allowed to do that.” “Look at you like you’re a human instead of a combat drone?” Ave blinked. “I—wow. Rude.” Nia just grinned. “You’ve got it bad.” “No, I have it mildly inconvenient.” “You blushed,” Nia said. “You. Ave Imani. Ice queen. Brainiac of doom. Blushed.” “Can we talk about literally anything else?” “We could,” Nia said cheerfully. “But you wouldn’t be listening.” ---

he said slowly, "we speed things up." I stepped back. "No. No more of this. I agreed to be Luna, not a puppet. Not your pawn." He chuckled. "My dear, you stopped being your own person the moment you let me clean up your mess with the council. We are bound now. You get the power, and I get the throne. That was the deal." "And if I refuse?" His eyes turned cold. "Then Clarissa stays missing forever. And once Drey realizes you can’t produce her, he won’t just exile you, Helen. He will destroy you publicly. You’ll lose everything you have and ever worked for."

Queenie’s ears perked up as she listened in to those conversations. Pride appeared on her face as she enjoyed the attention. This was a status that she had always coveted but could never have. It felt amazing to be the center of attention! She had picked the right man. Mason Young was perfect! While Queenie was drunk with delight, Nathan’s deep, magnetic voice was once more heard through the microphone. It echoed through the hall. “300 million!” Everyone suddenly became silent. The guests were all in a daze. They wondered if they heard wrong.

There was mockery and anger in her while looking at my current situation as if I have been living in a pig's cage. "We're taking you with us, daughter." Dad stepped towards me. I unconsciously stepped backwards. “And you will follow my command, Prescilla Hope Santiago. A Santiago deserves better. And this isn't where you should be.” She gracefully fixed her hair and put it behind her ears. “Our empire is waiting for you. You need to rule our people and prove your worth as our daughter. I already had enough of you tainting our names. I don't want you to live in this kind of place anymore.”

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She was feeling refreshed after spending a week on a tranquil beach with the man he loved so dearly. She just took a shower and was putting on her uniform. She went in front of a little mirror that she mounted on her dusty wall. She combed her hair and put a little tint on her lips. “I don’t need make-up. I am beautiful the way I am,” she uttered to herself while staring at the mirror. “You are a beauty queen you know!” Indeed, Laura was a queen in their small town. Before she entered college, she was hailed the most beautiful woman in the municipality of Pakil in Laguna, Philippines.

I was preoccupied with other things and couldn't appreciate her wit or her world because I was preoccupied with other things. On the way back, I was buzzing with the satisfaction of a job well done. Queen Nia was quickly becoming one of my favorite characters. Despite the fact that she was a queen and that she was extremely attractive, she did not put on airs about her status. She was pleasant and down-to-earth in her demeanor.