Quotes From A Queen Novels & Stories

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.

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.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Elena whispered. Ava opened the box. Inside was a small key. A photograph. And a letter. Ava picked up the photograph first. Her heart stopped. It showed her grandfather. But he wasn't alone. Standing beside him were three people. A young Marcus. A young Ava's father. And... Isabella. The Queen. Ava looked at her. "You knew my grandfather." The Queen nodded. "He was my mentor." Ava looked at the photograph again. "Then why did you become the Queen?"

“If you come with me, he’ll lose. You know why?” She tilted her head, wiping a tear; “A King is nothing without his Queen.” She jumped for me and a scream tumbled off my lips because I was not ready this time. ***

So, I cleared my throat, and spoke clearly. “I am the Alpha Queen.”

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

The queen asks, "yes, you told me right? you want me to memorize it, but sometimes my mind was confused there a lot of small details but don't worry if I forget it, maybe I would look again at your back." "Yeah, if Angelica's son doesn't give me clothes like this…" the queen looked at herself wearing a shirt and skinny jeans, which Kleanor says to me. That was the attire of the queen. -------- Lyca" "where am I? I never remember that I was here when I was running outside of this place the last time.

“It’s not what it looks like.” ‎ ‎The Queen’s lips curved knowingly. “As royal daughters, our choices are limited. All we can do is hope we end up with someone who will treat us right.” ‎ ‎I hesitated, then admitted, “Damien has a hard shell to crack.” ‎ ‎The Queen laughed softly and stood, adjusting the towel around her body. “The hardest men usually have the softest hearts.” ‎ ‎With that, she left the room, her presence lingering like the fading scent of the jasmine that once surrounded the room.