Rightful Queen Novels & Stories

And me… caught between them. One step closer and Adrian would kiss me. One step forward and the king might stop him. And somewhere above us— The Queen Mother was watching the entire scene unfold. Waiting to see which one of us would make the first mistake.

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.”

Queen Sarah’s face looked so wise when she talked to Queenie. She continued by saying, “Queenie, to become the Bright River royal throne owner, you must meet the qualifications. He wrote all terms you have to fulfill in the book in the box. A magical man before your birth wrote the book. Only after you qualify in the book will you be eligible to become the first queen of the Bright Kingdom’s ruler. I hope you remember Everything. Only once do I show up myself. After all, we will not see each other anymore. Take care of yourself. The world is full of evil. Kindness will be the beautiful part that everyone longs for. I love you.” As Queen Sarah finished her last sentence, the light from the re

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

Not a bride. > A queen.

Free yourself from this right niw before it is too late. "I am still me!" she laughs "I do it for the Kingdom! For her"— Her? I have no time to consider the words before she hurls a blast of dark energy into me, slamming me against the inner wall with every intent to kill me. I hold my sword finally ready to end her "I'm sorry Marissa but this ends now'. Before I'm able to move towards her, a burst and ring of fire immediately circulates her then I see Hailey. The Queen descends in a blaze of glory from on high, her armour blazing, her wings outstretch in holy fury. Her aura sends everyone to a freezing stance "NO MORE". She screams

“Who gave you the right?” Her wrist bled as her face paled. “You should be asking yourself that! What do you think you are doing, little girl? I am the Queen! Who gave you the right to do this to me-“she yelped when my hand around her wrist tightened even more.

Her eyes were flashing with disbelief and when she saw Alora’s black face clearly, the look on her face turned to disgust. “Her?” The queen pointed at Alora as she let out a loud laugh. She continued, “My king, I wouldn’t allow that! How is this ugly thing who seems to be a slave worthy of you?! I am your queen and the rightful one, I should choose your royal concubines for you!” She shouted and clenched her fists and glared at Alora who immediately reached out to push the king away but he held her so tightly. King Luis chuckled coldly, “And who gave you that right, My Queen?” He asked in a gentle voice.

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.