Queen Of Everything Novels & Stories

Everything I went through — the pain, the tears, the torture, the isolation, the abuse — all led me straight to the arms of my king. One night. One contract. One game. It was supposed to be just payback, but I got more than I paid for. I got a lifetime, a kingdom, and a love worth crossing realms for. My name is Patrea. I am a daughter, a mother, and a grandmother. A light witch, a demon, and the Queen of Kalmerus-Athwart. But of all the titles I held, there was one thing I was most proud of: I am Lucius’ Queen.

"What I need to know is whether she's a problem I'm managing or a variable I need to account for." I looked at her, this composed, careful, visibly tired woman who had spent twenty years trying to fix the problems her family kept creating. There was something in her face today I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't defeat. It was something older, the kind of exhaustion you see in someone who has held things together for years and now feels them slipping anyway. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Go ahead." "The things you're protecting, are you doing it for Danny or for Richard?"

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

But when someone appeared in his line of sight, he stopped moving. "Well, hello there, little guy . . . What are you doing there under the rain?" Eric watched as Evangeline bent down and grabbed Snow into her embrace. He forgot to breathe as he watched the woman –– dubbed as a vicious, cruel, pompous Queen –– protectively embraced Snow in her arms. "Did you run away from home? I don't see a collar though . . . ," Evangeline murmured. She swept Snow with her lilac eyes and her pouty lips stretched wide in a smile.

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

I shoot her a look to cool it, but she ignores me. Eisa sighs, “It’s not that simple. That woman is a royal kiss-ass, and I mean that literally. She’s been sucking up to the King and Queen for years, and they eat that shit up. They adore her, though why, is a mystery to me. Unless I have strong proof of her crimes or can catch her with Ocean Jasper, I have nothing to bring to the Royal Court. I’d be tossed out on my ass, and my advisorship brought into question,” she frowns.

she asked and then caressed the side of her cheek, feeling the rough texture of her bruised skin. Queen did not speak a word. "Alright, alright, I understand you," Bright adds before embracing her in a tight hug. "I love you as well," she mumbles close to her ear. That made Queen flinch for a second. Her eyes remained on the corpse that was lying right across the living room's glass-like coffee table, with a horrid look flashing on its face. A bitter smile flashes across her lips. She somewhat understands the feeling of a corpse.

The Queen has it all under control. ‘Understood,’ she replied, sounding both relieved and amused. Goddess, I love this woman. Pride swelled so fiercely in my chest it almost hurt. My queen wasn’t just surviving…she was toying with her enemies like a cat with mice. Chaotic, mischievous, and absolutely brilliant. She had turned their grand, dark ritual into her own personal comedy show while the rest of us were losing our minds. How did I get so lucky? This fierce, unpredictable force of nature was mine. All mine.

The silver bites into me, but I refuse to let them see that it hurts even though inside I am screaming, it takes me my all to keep my composure. The Queen is the first to enter the room, she is stunning even though she wears no makeup or fancy clothes. Jeans and a hoodie with a pair of training shoes, her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks tired, but her eyes are still sharp. Saint clearly has the same eyes as his mother and Emerald looks like her.

Joey asks snapping me from my thoughts, I look over at him taking a deep breath in before nodding my head. He smiles guiding me to stand even closer to the door as I hear Axel speak, I may have zoned out while he was giving the first half so I really have no idea what he’s saying. “My mate Evermore, has endured some of the worst pain and suffering in her life which I have ever heard. But even with her past, she continues to walk through life spreading as much positive energy and joy that she can, while also seeing only the best in each person she encounters. Which is why she is the perfect individual to take on the role as your Queen. So please give your warmest and most sincere welcome to m