Queens Homecoming の小説・ストーリー

"Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my queen. Mi Reina." Her heart sped up, pounding with each word. He was going to take her away from Ignacio, give her another cage, turn her into another version of her current self. Mafia wife. And she would hate him for it. She pushed back, shoving away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "No," she told him. "I won't be your queen."

Just a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Another award follows for “aging like fine wine.” It goes to Charli, and when she steps onto the stage, the room gasps. She’s still breathtaking, always has been. But the moment her name is called, I swear I can hear Talia grinding her teeth. Charli was the one who beat her for Homecoming Queen back in college, and clearly, that old wound never healed. Watching her lose her composure now is like seeing history repeat itself.

one of them greeted warmly. "We are glad to have you home," the other added cheerfully. Queen didn't so much as glance their way. With a flick of her hand, she dismissed their attempts at politeness and marched toward her father, the sound of her high heels clicking sharply on the pavement. "Daddy," she said curtly, finally removing her sunglasses to reveal sharp, tired eyes. "Welcome home, my darling," Mr. Wilberforce greeted warmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She allowed the briefest hug, more for his sake than hers.

Out of curiosity, Serenity asked the man beside her, “Do you know the guests who came by private jet?” “If I’m not mistaken, it should be the Queens from Jensburg. All the other guests the Buchams invited have arrived regardless of whether they’re from Wiltspoon or other cities. The Queens from Jensburg are the only ones who haven’t turned up.” The Queens were wealthy, so it was unsurprising that they had a private jet. Zachary had his own private jet and luxury yacht as well. “The Queens from Jensburg? Is it Hayden Queen’s family?” To Serenity, it was a regret that Old Mrs. York did not bring her along to Jensburg. Therefore, Serenity did not get to watch any good shows. She did not expect

Lilith told, she was now standing behind her as she placed her hands on Queen Isle's shoulders. "It's not like that aunty, as you can see I am truly busy," Queen Isle said, and she tilted her head behind to glance at her aunty. "...and when did you arrive?" She asked. "Not quite long!" Lilith pulled away from her, and then, snatched some papers on the table as she grazed her eyes on the words. "....the five queens are coming over?" She raises her brows, staring at the words on the paper. "Yes, they are coming over to hail me on my success against the Vampire kingdom," Queen Isle says and she whined slightly, she was barely healing from her wounds.

Not again no! ~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~ So here's chapter one of Queens Dynasty. What do y'all think? Its not edited BTW so forgive my errors.

Sarah hurriedly pressed the answer button and shot Adrian a look, signaling him to be quiet. “Hello?” On the other end of the line was her assistant, Clara, her voice brimming with urgency. “Sister Sarah, please come back right away! The CEO from headquarters has suddenly arrived, and we’re supposed to submit the contract as agreed!” Sarah’s expression turned serious, her pretty little face full of determination. “I’ll be back at the office right away. Wait for me!” Sarah hung up the phone and was just about to turn around to tell Adrian when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. He rested his chin possessively in the crook of her neck, his elegant jawline tickling her collarb

The cathedral’s base ascends (not reconstructed, created) of brass and bone and crimson marble the heart suspended in chains that chime like church bells crafted from bone. But this time there are no reflections. No Victor. No boy with the red balloon. Only the heart. Beating slow. Patient. Waiting. And on the child-sized throne: a single red dress, laid out like an offering. The heart echoes with Isla’s tone blended with each voice the city has ever claimed: “The queen has returned home.” Isla grips my hand tightly. I push back. We advance as one. The family comes next. One circle. One heartbeat. We step over the doorstep.

Gabriella stiffened and met Henry's gaze wordlessly. She smiled at Aster. "Grandma, I forgot to wear it. I'll bring it for you next time." Megan said, "Is it Heart of the Sea from the Aurora Charity Banquet? I've heard of it, but I didn't attend that night because I had something going on. I never thought that Ry would bid for it and gift it to Gabby. Gabby, you must let me see the sapphire for myself!"

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”