Novel & Cerita Queenie Miniseries

“I’m sorry to say, but this queen is a little bit of a romantic. I just haven’t met the right King of my life to retire from my throne.” Hearing that Queenie wanted to retire, many hardcore ‘beasts’ protested, further proving the point of the romantics. In retaliation, the ‘beasts’ donated enough to fill almost eighty percent of Queenie’s fourth jar for the night. Nobody complained about the results, and Queenie took the chance to remind them about what was at stake if they did overflow the fourth jar by crossing her legs ridiculously high so that they could catch a glimpse of that black stocking. “Oh dear, the next section is a little more shocking. I hope you’re ready for this. Answer for

"I didn't expect that woman to be you, Queenie!" After Queenie sat in, she smiled awkwardly at Judith and said, "Aunt Judith, it was all thanks to Severin that I was saved from those horrible perverts..." Severin smiled and then made a short introduction. "By the way, this is my wife, Diane. Honey, this is my cousin, Queenie. She's the daughter of my aunt, Marie. She and her family helped my parents a lot in recent years." "Hello, Queenie!" Diane turned around and smiled at Queenie.

Third Person's POV Harper had her butler pick out a brand-new gown for Queenie's cold body. She even went to the shop where Queenie used to sell her work and bought two of the protective rune necklaces Queenie had made herself. "She'll be happy to see the Moon Goddess wearing her own creations," Harper said softly. The death of a rejected female was like a pebble tossed into a deep lake—a tiny ripple, and then the city moved on and forgot. Only the local pups started singing a nursery rhyme about how the Independent Center stepped up to bury Queenie, mocking her mate and her brother in the lyrics.

"She thinks I don't know that she caused a commotion at the arcade in town and she stole your birthday gown? How cheap of her! She should have asked me if she wants a dress I can donate for her loser ass. A face without a brain, so self-proclaimed genius!" Denerie's words are under the belt but I don't blame her. Queenie's attitude is not good as she portrays in public. She might lose her cool at the arcade when she pulled my hair. I pity her, she seems like all she just wanted is a validation and public's sympathy. "Let's prepare. Are you ready?" I nodded to Denarie and hold the sack tightly. "What kind of game is this?! My dress will be ruin!" Queenie's partner blubber.

Caliana could hear her brothers chatting in the main room of the house, excited. The Hunters yearly search for an apprentice had begun a few weeks ago, but so far no one had been chosen. They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village.

I said threw gritted teeth. “Again, revenge for what?!” Alpha Nik boomed pressing his Alpha command out. It wasn’t until just now that I realized that Derek had stepped out into the hall, and I heard him on his phone. “This bitch got everything and we got nothing! We don’t even have mates yet and she gets a mate and get’s to become a fuckin Queen?! It’s bullshit!” Ella answered.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

The next day—ironically, the eve of our mating ceremony—plans were made to bury her. After the burial, I forced myself to move on, though my heart refused to follow. Six months later, Katrina came into my life. She was the youngest daughter of Elder Jackson, a man the entire pack respected. Katrina was bright, outgoing, and full of life. The children in the pack adored her; she worked as an administrator in the basic school and carried joy wherever she went. For the first time in months, I began to hope again. Three weeks before our mating ceremony, she travelled for a conference of educators. On her way back, her vehicle was involved in a terrible accident. Her head took the worst of it. Th