Queen Of Everything Novels & Stories

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

"What have you done that makes you worthy of being called a real queen? I personally believe you've done nothing. Here I am, sitting beside you, and I don't even know your name. All I know is that you are nothing more than the Queen." "I gave birth to the future king!" She stated proudly, but deep in her eyes, I could sense her valid reason to despise me. Too bad for her, I won't let her get away with mistreating me. "Oh, come on, Your Highness! Since when is having sex and giving birth something to be respected for?" She was about to say something, but a growl caught us off guard. It was Damien. He burst into the suite and made his way towards me. The look on his face was unfamiliar to me.

Standing in the throne room I slowly soak it all in. Everything I’ve ever wanted since I was just a little girl, is finally coming true. The man of my dreams is finally mine, my very own Prince Charming and soon we will be mated, and I will be his Queen. I will be Queen of the sirna. The people will rejoice that their Prince has found his future Queen and the people will exalt my name. My name will be spoken from their lips more than any God in history.

A useful fool. The Queen tilted her head, studying me with faint amusement. “Did you truly believe,” she asked smoothly, “that I would ever choose you over my own children?” I held her gaze and said nothing. “They are my partners,” she continued. “They know everything.” Her lips curved. “Even your second death. Dora.” My spine went cold. Raul lifted his chin slightly, smug. “It was Raul,” the Queen added, voice silk and venom, “who first told me you carried something else inside you. Another presence. Something that governed your power.”

“You may have reached a point in your life where nothing matters, but that doesn’t mean you can just wake up, fall in love, announce a claim on me, and expect to win me over.” With a flick of her finger, the door behind them exploded with a deafening boom. “I’m not something you can have just because you can’t control your lust, Ryker Wraithe,” she said, now standing barely an inch from him. “I am the Queen who chooses her king…” She paused for a moment, meeting his wolf’s eyes, and added, “and that king is not you.” Her voice rang out in the room, her white-golden aura flaring with power. Without another word, she turned and left.

Everything we’ve become. I reach out. Touch the screen with my fingertips, right over the rose. “It’s perfect,” I whisper. Alexander closes the laptop. Turns to face me fully. “You’re perfect,” he says. His voice is low, rough with emotion. I laugh softly, tired, real, a little shaky. “I’m a swollen, exhausted mess who just fired fifteen people and renamed an empire while being heavily pregnant.” “You’re a queen who just erased her ex’s name from history,” he corrects. “You walked into that boardroom in white, like an angel coming to collect what was always yours. You didn’t yell. You didn’t threaten. You just… existed. And they crumbled.”

the mother in-law she hated with all her heart because she knew her plans to take over the family business after her son who was her husband died. “Yes, me,” Eleanor interrupted, her tone calm but ringing like iron. She took one deliberate step forward, then another, her emerald gown whispering against the polished marble. Each stride was slow, commanding, the fabric trailing behind her like the train of an empress. “Do you know what the problem with queens is?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming under the light. “They believe their crowns are permanent. They forget the crown only exists as long as the court allows it.”

Was all Leo said taking my hand and pulling me down the corridor a little more, but we didn’t walk far, his hand pointing to one portrait in particular. “This Queen here, she was called Evermore, she was human and was abused by her stepfather, she ended up ruling beside her mate for generations and is hailed one of the best Queens of our kind.” Leo first explained pointing towards a pair of mates who beamed happily at us, the woman absolutely, beautiful, I wouldn’t have known her past at all.

He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Ariana. He stared only at the witch. “But nobody steals from me. Especially not a dried up old witch.” “Dried up?” she laughed. “Take a proper look, cursed king. I am Victoria. The beautiful queen of the dark witches.” “Makeup hides a lot of filth,” Zayn replied lazily. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be enough powder in the world to hide what I carve into your skin.”

Because that one— That one hurt the most. She hadn’t asked if I was okay. Hadn’t looked at me like I was anything other than— A solution. A weapon. A necessity. I let out a shaky breath. The Queen’s words echoed in my mind. What did it cost you? Everything. It cost me everything. Not my power. Not my strength. Something worse. The illusion. The illusion that I could have both. That I could be— Aella. Just Aella. And still— Be this.