Queen Of Tears Summary Novels & Stories

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

The beautiful sparkle in her eyes was no longer present since she had lost her candlelight. Since she lost her son. And the only opportunity they had to put his spirits to rest, her husband had thrown it away for ammunition. Dimitri exchanged my son's life for mere shells. Her hands and lips trembled; she was made a fool of by her husband, the father of her child, who was supposed to push for revenge as much as she did. Clutching at the material of her gown, she sobbed, tears washing down her mascara, creating streaks of black lines on her beautiful face.

asked Dominic, shaking his head, and he was about to get into his car when Sophia’s sayings stopped him. “All right, go back to her. She has no more power in this family, and I will be the queen of this palace,” Sophia smirked. Dominic’s eyes widened as he turned to face the woman. “And Scarlett? She’ll just be my slave, which I’ll manipulate, just like I do the Knights,” she added. Dominic clenched his fists and gripped Sophia's arm tightly. “Do nothing to annoy me, Sophia. I can tell the chairperson everything you did!” said Dominic, tightening his grip on Sophia's arm.

I can see fear dance through her eyes and can smell how dry her mouth has become. "She didn't leave the ball like we thought she would! She was supposed to leave once she caught wind of that adulturous bastard they call Alpha! She was supposed-" I cut her rabbling off when I stab the knife into her bare thigh. She doesn't scream, pity, but she throws her head back and her mouth flops open and shut like a fish out of water. Tears stream down her face, her heart is about to burst from the high velocity of its beats. I watch as she loses contiousness.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

She is right beside him. "My Queen?" He groans as he tried to open his eyes but he felt like every strength he use to move an inch is already all he has. But for him, everything was worthwhile when his eyes met the queen's eyes. Glistening with tears and her face tear-stained, he tried to caress her cheeks to wipe those tears away. Even with a weakening body, he smiled as he wipe her tears away. "Why are you crying? I'm fine." He said, his voice hoarse but the queen shook her head. Her tear-stained eyes were laced with worry.

The tequila burned her throat but it was nothing compared to his words. Why does his words hurts so much? Why does his words have so much effect on her? Beside he was nothing but a common slave to her and he was the son of the man who ruined her life and killed her parents. When did she start to care about someone apart from her brother Lucas? What is this feeling that she is always have? She hates feeling this way, she hates feeling confuse. Elena took the gulp of the tequila, stood up from her feet before walking to the bathroom. She pulled off her clothes, turn on the shower and sat on the floor lettiy the cold water poured on her body and the tears flow freely from her eyes.

"You left." The words came out rough. The First Queen smiled sadly. "Yes." Silence. A thousand years of loss hung between them. The sanctuary held its breath. Then the First Queen reached out. Her hand passing gently against his cheek. Not quite touching. Yet somehow enough. "I had to." Tears appeared in Kael's eyes. He didn't look away. Neither did she. Lyra felt like she was witnessing the ending of a story that had begun thousands of years before she was born.

I tried so hard not to break my ancestor's old oak dining table. "That would be the juice, your highness. The very thing I need to satisfy my hunger for all this time." Still panting with a fast heartbeat, he let me go as I screamed in my head begging for him not to let go of his hands from trailing and grabbing all the soft flesh he could find on my body. Then he suddenly got down on his right knee. "Now, my queen, will you let me drink your juice from between your legs?" Both of us still panting and now I faced him and I could see how that tall seductive man was now on his right knee in front of me. I could see clearly how chaotic our entanglement just a while ago, made him.

She was forced to promise she would keep by her promise this time by stealing the magical mirror carefully this time around, and now she has gotten hold of it successfully, there was no turning back. She shook her head in a sad way as tears welled up in her eyes, and flowed freely down her cheeks. The Queen's last words hit her hard that she felt a sudden hard lumps in her heart, she was heart broken same as her lover before her and she could feel it. Now the Queen's eyes spark in flames and was burning it fury down at her. She saw those eyes that were once beautiful, caring and filled with love towards her before suddenly turned into flames of dissapointment and sadness.