روايات وقصص ضمن Queen Of My Heart

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

Her hand was placed over her chest with fingers extended. She was kneeling and staring directly into the camera. It was titled "The Queen", and underneath it was a date: June 12th, 1587. I flipped the page and saw another poem by the same artist. "When you look upon her in the night, your eyes grow hot, and your cheeks redden, your blood thrills and your heart beats loud."

My vision blurs, the wind becomes cold and distant like her. I stared at her face longer than I intended. Jason’s voice then drowned in my memories two hours ago. “Grandmama found this old painting in one of the Moonstorm’s vault. She said this is the face of…” I watched my brother’s throat bobbed before he resumed. “That is the face of Eliane, the Forest Queen and the creator of the Hearteaters. The Mother of Hearts and the Lady of the Dark of the Moon.” Then all went to black as if I was pushed in a sea of darkness with no hope of someone to rescue me.

Out of something I did not yet understand. And I found her. Or perhaps… She found me. And in that moment— As she released me— Hands still trembling. Eyes still wet. Heart still open— I knew. She was mine. Not to possess. Never to own. But to serve. To follow. To crown. My Queen. For years… I watched her. I cried with her. Though I had no tears. I felt every fracture. Every betrayal. Every moment she chose to rise— Instead of fall.

She just wants to go home, and they are taking longer to get here. Silent tears trail down her cheeks again, and she holds her baby close to her chest. But suddenly, a searing pain tears through her chest, as if a dagger is plunged into her heart. She gasps, and her arms involuntarily release her baby, who tumbles down onto the bed. The queen, who's entering the room, gasps in shock, rushing to Stefania's side.

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.

I forbid you to see her. —If it is for me, there is a person who is doing all this. You have to let me see her, give me some time and I'll solve everything with Pedro, please. After saying this I started to cry. —Can't you see the damage she is doing to you? I have never seen you like this, son. —Because this is the first time I love like this and you are not able to understand me. PART OF THE BOOK FROM EVA'S POINT OF VIEW.

my voice came out softer than intended, my pitch falling with every word. Then I realized just how close we were. Our faces were barely inches apart. I could feel his breath on my lips, warm and slow.. And I didn’t move. Neither did he. I could see in his eyes that he was just holding himself back. He reached for my hands and slowly placed it on his exposed chest— right over his heart. Without breaking our intense gaze. “Here,” he murmured. I opened my mouth to speak—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a soft gasp… more like a moan escaped my lips.