Queen Sheba Facesitting Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not by name. Not yet. By position. By presence. By the way they stand close together, uncertain, watching. Fear holds them in place. Not loud fear. Quiet fear. The kind that spreads slowly through the body until movement becomes impossible. My gaze moves to the Queen first. She stands tall despite the tension in her shoulders. Her face is composed, carefully controlled, but grief lingers beneath the surface. I see it in the tightness around her eyes. In the way her hands remain clasped too tightly before her.

, he tossed annoyingly with his disappointed, saggy face. The queen maintained her sitting posture. She faced down with her ear closed, her mind seems so heavy. "Now I am home, what am I going to do?", She asked herself. She laid her right hand on her hair and leaned backwards. Her face seems clogged; so many ideas keep coming, "how do I even approach them. No one loves me", she reasoned solely and waited for a quick answer to flow through. "I just need to call a meeting but what if I get stoned!", this rhetorical question couldn't stop itself from coming.

"Sorry, I am late, Queen Elizabeth; I kind of overslept." "We do not accommodate lateness, but I will not give you an earful this time. You are a newly mated she-wolf; Brian must want to play. That will make you late, so go sit down." She smiled, then tried to sit down, but when she spotted Ana beside her, for some reason she stood up and sat far from that seat. Ana started looking at her, and immediately their gazes collided. Rosette lowered her face. "Focus on Rowen, all of you," the queen said, then left.

She leans in and places a small kiss to my cheek. The rage coming from the king has me smiling, he never takes his eyes off his daughter. Who at no point changes the uninterested expression on her beautiful face. The queen looks afraid, the tremor in her hand is visible to anyone paying attention. Evanka stands to the left of the Queen looking every bit the Princess she is, except for one thing: her eyes.

someone shouted. I turned to see Maya enthusiastically waving at me. I walked over to join her and sat beside her, smiling. She was sitting next to none other than Luna Queen Margaret herself, dignified and noble in a midnight-blue gown. Jewel Johnson, the Queen's niece, sat on the Queen's other side, wearing a self-satisfied smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

I could just about make out Sebastians panicked muttering as I caught a glance of his pacing shoes. "Okay, I need you to stand up really quickly princess and sit on this chair for me" the heavy feeling of doom sat on my chest, squeezing my chest cavity, as I stayed put despite his command. Picking me up bridal style, I was unable to care enough to do anything, unable to focus on anything but the spiraling feeling of shame and panic. "You're doing so good princess" he soothed, placing me onto the chair, and pushing my head so it fell between my knees. I could faintly feel as he placed my hand against his chest, "follow my breathing."

She says with a sickly sweet smile. "It was great. Can you leave the table now?" I rudely say and she looks offended. Putting her hands on the table she pushes herself up and smiles sarcastically. "You'll be sorry. All of you assholes." She threatens and Eva rolls her eyes and mocks her by making a talking motion with her hand. "Who are you threatening?" I hear behind me to see Kera stand there with a pissed look on her face. "Ah. The future queen. How nice. I was just leaving." She says clapping her hands together.

“What if I can’t?” “Then I’ll be here to remind you until you can,” she said firmly. “You’re not alone in this. Do you want me to teach you how to try?” I hesitated, then nodded. “Please.” She shifted, and I felt her presence lean closer. “All right. First, take a deep breath.” I obeyed, air filling my lungs slowly, then escaping. “Now, think of me. Only me. Don't think about the whispers or others. Just think about me. Think of my voice. Think about my hand in yours and the scent of lavender. Fix your mind on me as though I’m the only one in the room.”

Anne sits on the ground. Five soldiers from the enemy side had arrived. They got down and drew closer to Anne. The girl couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Only the sound of arrogant laughter from those preparing to bring death to Anne. One of them drew a sword and prepared to cut off Anne's head. She hoped for some help, no matter how small. Anne could not do anything more with her weak condition. Just continue to hug the royal baby princess who is now in her hands. Her eyesight was getting blurry.

"Call Marcus." The woman's head throbbed, ringing echoed in her ears as she tried to adjust her eyes to the brightness. She opened her eyes fully, meeting the gaze of Marcus who sat in front of the chair she was tied in. "Marcus." Bella snarled, glaring at the man. "How are you doing, Principessa?" Marcus questioned, tilting his head a bit to the side. "Or should I say Red?" Bella laughs sarcastically. "Like shit." Her voice was raspy, though she delivered the message nonetheless.