Queen Of Comebacks Novels & Stories

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

Elianna stepped forward. “I am not a puppet of Qombinia. I am not the downfall of Xaerath reborn. I am your queen. I carry this kingdom in my veins, in my spine, in every breath I take. And I swear to you — before the gods who watched us sleep in curse and silence — I will not let any power, any crown, or any love break what we are rebuilding here.” A child whispered in the silence, “She’s not afraid.” And she wasn’t.

"Twelve hours until the board meeting. Sleep now, Evelyn. Because tomorrow, the world finds out what happens when you try to kill a queen and only manage to piss off her king." As he walked out of the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway, Evelyn lay back, her hand clutching the silver serpent on her collar. She knew she had traded one predator for another. But as she looked at the city lights through the window, she realized that for the first time in three years, she wasn't just surviving. She was hunting.

It was a smile that didn't touch her eyes, a chilling, predatory curve of the lips that held no warmth, no joy, only the cold, crystalline promise of retribution. The little girl who played by the rules was dead on the pavement in 2023. The woman who had just been born in her place knew that rules were for suckers. Rules were cages. She wasn't here to play their game anymore. She was here to burn the whole damn board to the ground and build a new one from the ashes. An empire. Her empire. She looked at her reflection in the dark screen of the fallen phone, at the stranger with her own young face, and whispered the two words that sealed her pact with this second life.

“Yes, and that’s a bigger hell. I know you…the witches tried to help us, tried to ease our suffering…but our mates coming back like this…it’s worse. It hurts more.” “You don’t understand, Beta. The queen died before her time. She’s more alive than dead, and there are answers in death. She may come back with a way to change things.” I laugh and cry, unable to stop myself. The tears stream down my face like hot lava, soaking into my collar. “Deborah is like her and she came back with nothing.” I turn to Griffin. “Does she ever speak?” He shakes his head. "A few words here and there, nothing that makes much sense.”

I asked, my voice low but calm. The woman blinked, clearly caught off guard. “E-excuse me?” I tilted my head slightly, a faint, humorless smile curving my lips. “I asked if you’re done. Or do you plan on embarrassing yourself further?” “Who do you think you are?” the woman hissed. Her perfectly styled hair and designer dress were as flawless as her tone was venomous. “You’re nothing compared to me. Do you know who you’re standing in front of?” I tilted my head slightly, letting my gaze run over her from head to toe, my expression detached and indifferent. Why do they always say the same thing? They act as if they can buy the whole world.

With that, I grabbed my keys, breakfast and coffee, gave Aunt Linda a quick hug, and headed out the door, ready to face the day. I drove through the busy streets of London, my thoughts drifting to how far I had come. Five years ago, I was a scared, broken woman with no sense of direction. After everything with Daniel, I thought I'd lost everything, but life had a strange way of turning things around. As I pulled up to the building, the one place that had changed my life, I felt a sense of pride swell within me. It wasn’t just any place; it was where I’d rebuilt myself from the ground up. I walked through the large glass doors of the design company, taking a deep breath.

She scoffed folding her hands, looking at Morgan's dad as of he had ran mad. "I see." She commented clapping. "And you think she's going to welcome you with a warm embrace and tears of joy? After all you've out her through so far?" Rosewood raised a brow at Cammy seemingly unable to understand the change in her behaviour. "She's coming back, Cammy." "And what of Sabrina?" "They'll run together like they'd always have." Cammy began to laugh like a maniac. "Who still does co-ownership Stefan?! Wake up!"

Back to the Present Just then she heard footsteps coming in her direction from the back so she quickly wiped her tears so that no one could see them and picked up the tea kept on the center table. “Good evening my dear queen,” Allen greeted Queen Elisabeth with a bow as he approached her in the mini garden. Elisabeth looked up from her tea and accepted his greeting with a slight nod and a face devoid of any emotions. “Just received news that Princess Alisha has completed her mission and will be coming back home by tomorrow,” Allen said. Hearing this the emotionless face of the queen showed some signs of happiness. “Get her room cleaned and ask the cook to prepare her favorite dishes, we will

I will show them who the real queen is. The rage in me is burning my organs. I will kill the monsters who did this. Shallow breaths leave my body, and a shoulder-ripping pain clutches me, as the chains raise me higher. My knees buckle and I give up my entire body weight to the chains holding me. I cry, for the first and the last time in years. Not because I lost. But to bring me back stronger. I am the queen and nobody underestimates me.