Reverse King And Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

She could have beaten at the very least half of the Summit Keepers in the clearing. Still, Morrigan presses on. Takota and another man from the Guard are assigned with pairing up the next matches, and Morrigan quickly notices that they’re keeping females and males apart. In the Summit Keepers, women are highly respected and sex makes no difference when being a warrior, but she knows that doesn’t hold true everywhere. She can only be grateful that this means she won’t be partnered up with her brother. In the finals, it’s Morrigan against Kaya, the highest ranking warrior in their age group. She’s seven years older than Morrigan with a height advantage as well, but Morrigan isn’t surprised abo

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

She chooses dresses for both of them. Carefully. Thoughtfully. We return to the palace as the sun begins to set. The halls are quiet again. Familiar. Unchanging. But something feels different. As we walk inside A servant rushes toward us Pale Breathless “My king,” he says urgently. “Queen mother has collapsed.”

She asks and I look up at her. "I accept." I say and we smile at each other before a bright white light shines. I close my eyes to shield them and when I open them again, I'm back at the ceremony. I look to my side to find Aiden staring at me. We all get up and I look at my hand. The would has healed properly and I smile. "To our King Aiden Joshua King and our Queen Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Alex announces as they place crowns on our heads. The crowd burst into cheers. They are clapping and whistling as we step forward as their new leaders.

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

Dressed in a charcoal-gray bespoke suit, Lucas strode in, the residual menace of the negotiation table still etched between his brows. The moment he took in the rundown room and Luna crying herself hoarse, his expression darkened. "Why would my Consigliere, Marcus King, choose a dump like this to house them?" Lucas's voice was razor-sharp. "If anything happens to the child, he'll be buried with her." His gaze swept the room before finally landing on me. There seemed to be concern in his eyes. The instant our gazes met, days of pent-up grievance surged, as if I'd finally found a place to let it spill.

'Angel face, evil thoughts.' ———♤♤♤——— Accepting Lucas deal meant that both Jace and Bella were now members of the Panthers: the American Mafia that was lead by the Kingston heir. And though it may seem dumb on Bella's part to accept such offer, she promise herself that she wouldn't let Lucas Kingston take advantage of the authority he held over them. They were assassins, they were supposed to be working only for themselves yet now they have themselves seemingly tied by a leash.

He sounded as though he was worried the woman in his arms would wake. “Let us return.” ***Keanna POV*** She slowly opened her eyes and let out a faint groan at the sun on her face. Her vision was slightly blurred. “Your Majesty the Prince?” “I’m the King now.” He corrected her and placed her on the bed, kneeling before her. “Your Majesty, what are you doing?!” “All of you get out and close the door.” The guard chased them out of the room. Looking at the closed doors, Keanna lifted the blanket up to her neck.