Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Chryson, explain to me how Roz was able to gain access to Persephone’s chambers.” The butler stammered, his composure slipping. “M-my lord, I—I assure you, I had no idea she would—” “You had no idea?” Thanion interrupted, his tone icy. “I gave explicit orders to ensure her quarters were secure. I warned you of this exact situation.” Chryson swallowed hard, bowing his head in shame. “I… I failed you, my lord. I will investigate immediately and report back with my findings.” “See that you do,” Thanion said sharply. “And whoever is responsible for this oversight will answer to me directly.”

Queen Mother POV The call came precisely as Nicole promised. Nicole’s voice was low and hushed, betraying only a fraction of the excitement she tried to mask. “Your Highness, the files are ready. Shadow recorder footage and audio of the courtyard encounter between the King and the Healer. It is as you requested.” I leaned back in my chair, letting the chill of the evening settle into my bones. My fingers hovered briefly over the controls before I opened the encrypted transfer. The screen came alive with audio and visuals clear as day. Nicole had successfully captured every movement, gesture and conversation.

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

“I saved what was left of you.” The room darkened suddenly. The temperature dropping sharply. And somewhere beneath the house— the gate breathed. The notebook pages flipped violently across the table. Wind exploding through the room. Then stopped. One final sentence appeared slowly across the paper. THE QUEEN WAS NEVER MEANT TO RETURN. Silence swallowed everything. Then softly— from somewhere deep below the house— a little girl laughed.

he asked, not even looking at me, addressing his own assistant. Victoria stood beside him, head bowed, looking as if she'd messed up. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marcus, I..." "Shut up." Marcus waved a hand, and the bodyguards immediately spread out, blocking every exit in the hallway. He finally turned to me, his gaze sweeping over me. "The Vincent family's adopted daughter, right?" His tone was casual. "Heard you grew up in an orphanage, only brought into the Vincents at ten?" I took a deep breath. "Mr. Marcus, I want to explain—"

I mind link Alpha Zach, half expecting him not to hear it because we were not yet mated, but there is a small nod of his head and I head to the door. The blood of the humans was everywhere, and I nearly trip on a limb as I look around. Draven’s half burnt body was still tied up but he was slowly turning to ash, parts of his body crumbling to dust that was being carried away in the breeze. I coughed, trying to hold back the desire to cry, so many were dead. “You can hear me?” I mind link Alpha Zach again and he stands next to me, taking my hand “You have accepted your role as Queen, that is why” he squeezes my hand and submits to me.

Me:: hey queen, what's the problem, I am busy. Queen :: thank God you picked, babe am sorry okay, I don't know what came over me, you know how much I love you please it will never happen again ok, I promise Me:: Are you sure about that? Queen ;; yes I am, Me:: okay Queen:: Does it mean we are cool now babe? Me;;of course we are. Queen:: thank you baby, you know what? Me;; not until you tell me, Queen:: Okay I was hoping that you could direct me to your place, I really wanna come spend some time with you, you know, I will keep you busy, the house must be boring you right?

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

“What did you say? I’m going to hold you!” Victor’s deep voice resonated powerfully from his chest, sending a tingling sensation through her ear pressed against his chest. Her consciousness grew increasingly hazy; all she could remember was the man’s strong arms holding her as he walked away, step by step. When Sarah opened her eyes again, she was awakened by a burning heat coursing through her entire body. The effects of the drug in that glass of wine had fully taken hold; her entire body felt as if it were being licked and bitten by ants, a dense, tingling itch spreading everywhere.