Queen Of Entertainment's Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She knew that her biological son was no longer a child whom she could underestimate at the moment. “Just wait and see, Erito Frias! Just wait and see… You’ll much and much regret having done this to me…” hissed Madam Queenie Qamra with her sharp eyes. “So, how about the things you’ve done to me? Should you also wait and see what I can do to you in order to take revenge from you?” replied Eriwan Rocky again in his challenging stare.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

The realization that Reuben had chosen the path of least resistance, had allowed the queen to continue her manipulation, tore at my heart. The queen's laughter echoed through the room, a haunting sound that fueled my anger. "You see, Naomi," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You are nothing but a pawn in our game. You can't change what has been set in motion." She mumbled to me and I could only look up at Reuben who looked away. “I don't care what you call me ... .I need my parents back and my sister salie!!” I yelled at the queen with all the anger in me as she stepped back and smiled.

Yet, he would stay there, laying on the stage that way, until his son's dead body lay there next him. My queen paid him no mind as his chains rattled as he shook. She wasn't finished enacting her revenge, but the packs were beginning to see her true power. They were beginning to understand that while their Queen was kind and caring, she was also ruthless & just. She would punish those who deserved it in the most deserving way. She began to speak again, and this time it was my turn to smirk as she informed the crowd that Clay would face execution for his crimes. She detailed the sexual assault that he had put her through, while exposing how he worked with a dark witch in an attempt to bewitch

She was the woman who had built an entire organization behind his back. She was the Queen. Dante stepped closer. “You've been planning revenge.” “Yes.” The answer came without hesitation. His eyes narrowed. “Against me?” “Who else?” Dante suddenly grabbed her wrist. Aria immediately pulled against his grip. “Let go.” “Not until you tell me what you're planning.” “You don't give me orders anymore.” She twisted her arm free. Dante reached for her again, but Aria moved away. “I said let me go.” “You think becoming Queen makes you untouchable?”

The woman squeezed her hand tighter something like reverence settling into her exhausted expression "You're like something out of a story," she said. "The Apocalypse Queen." They're already calling you that, you know, "Out there Word's spreading.” Sera went very still. "That's not," she started, "I'm not any kind of queen; I just prepared.” "Modesty's a good look on a queen," the woman said with the faintest exhausted smile. "Doesn't change what people are saying, though.” She moved on before Sera could argue further, disappearing into the crowd of survivors gathered near the fire pit. Priya had rigged for cooking.

"You’ve got flashy hands, I'll give you that. But out here in the real world, ego gets you crushed. You think you're untouchable because of a few headlines?" She skated closer, stopping inches from the boards where I stood. She tilted her chin up, her gaze steady, completely unbothered by my intimidation. "I don't think I'm untouchable, Coach Sterling. I KNOW I'm the best skater in this program. I am the Ice Queen. You can try to put me down all you want, but you can't deny what you saw today."

“That’s right, Martin. I did it for Mom’s own good. “Don’t you think she’s been acting like a completely different person since she suddenly came back to life? “Situations like this usually mean she needs a man, or, like Rose, she’s just jealous of my good fortune, and so she’s deliberately targeting me. “If it really comes to it, we should just send Mom to a psychiatric hospital.” At that point, I could no longer endure it and violently overturned the coffee table. Everything on it clattered to the floor. Water spilled everywhere as all three of them sprang to their feet, faces filled with terror. I was just about to slap Penny across the face when she suddenly thrust out her stomach and sc

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.

the captain asked, frowning. "Just think about it," Cora's voice was laced with false sympathy. "After being rejected by Asher, her life these past five years must have been miserable. Now, hearing how legendary the Luna Queen is, the envy and resentment have driven her mad." She paused, her eyes feigning concern. "She wants to ruin the Alpha King's reputation! She wants to drag us all down with her!" "That makes sense!" one wolf exclaimed in realization. "Jealousy has turned her into a madwoman!"