Runway Queen Novels & Stories

her father supported her trip "Castle you are spoiling our child," she said in disbelief Castle glared at her, "we have no option but to let her go the girl is 21 years old" her dad still standing on the approval Cassandra a black-haired lady, with white skin, dark pink lips, and brown eyes stared at her mom who was flaring up. Wondering if this Queen will let her go, her mother sighted her ''daughter, most you go on that trip?'' She asked wondering

It would take everything she had to get ahead of the Representatives. “All right, ladies!” The queen’s voice was loud and clear despite the fact that she was soaring above their heads on the decking. “On my command, you may enter the maze. Remember, the goal is not to get caught, but if you do, use your beguiling nature to keep as many ribbons as you can!” Kit saw Seph glance down at her own wrists, decorated with six purple ribbons. She wondered if Eli would take a ribbon or a kiss from his old flame.... “On your mark, get set... enter!”

Some struggled to come out with their injuries while those who were still alive ran through the back. The pillar where Queen hid began to crumble and She took that as her cue and ran. As she ran out through the gate, she looked around, wondering the right route to take. She recalled that the location where she parked her car was to the left, but it was a little bit far off. She was about to run in that direction when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw an underling coming after her. He took out his gun but she quickly jumped and kicked it off his hand.

The dragon rose into the air so suddenly that my breath caught in my throat. Its massive wings spread wide as it flew upward into the dark sky. The force of the wind hit us even from the balcony, making Maria stumble back . I grabbed the railing tightly while my heart pounded against my chest. “Pandora…” Maria whispered nervously. I couldn’t answer. My eyes stayed fixed on the dragon as it circled above the palace slowly. Its roar echoed across the grounds, loud enough to wake half the kingdom.

Majored in fashion and design so to meet my model mother who was said to have abandoned my father and I. I was just eight months… My mother… Hailey York… Beautiful. Classy. Nice curves. Still the best model of Rivers Style modeling agency. She's rummored to own the runway. Her style, the best. Won numerous awards. ‘She choose her career over us’ My father had said. Was what my father said true? Does she even remember me? Does she even know my name? I must find her to get my answers. All I need to do is work as a designer in Rivers Styles.

"I made him get on his knees and beg in front of all his creditors. Then, in front of all his friends, I gave him a check and told him it was charity, not a bailout." "Isabella," my mother said, looking me dead in the eye. "I'm telling you this because I want you to know that if you want it, there will come a day when Dante will be on his knees, begging you." "Men think women are nothing without them. And who gives them that confidence? Who makes them so damn sure of themselves? ... Loyal fools like us." Her words landed, and something inside me shifted. The plane took off, and the lights of New York City faded beneath us.

Jake says through the link "Do not let them in until I get there understand me" I basically growl and he agrees. "Faster! !" I growl and we all run faster with me far in front of them. We get there and I run behind a tree and shift. I quickly get dressed and walk towards everyone else. "Alpha Carlson. " "Alpha Queen, I thought you said we should be here within an hour what happened? Why haven't I been let in?" I look at him and smell his nervousness.

The Queen was a rumour among them: bigger shadow, smoother gait, moving with the quiet contempt of something that had never had to ask permission. They weren’t scattering anymore. They were forming. Two streets from the Quay, the wind twisted sideways. Flags snapped. The Queen took the roofline of a sandstone building like a stage, rain beading along her spine. She ranged the city—west to campus, south to Surry Hills, north along the bridges—then fixed on the harbour as if the water itself were prey. Jake took a breath behind a chimneystack and inventoried. Knife. Two spare mags that solved the wrong problems. One flare. One tourniquet. Paracord. Zip ties. Three energy bars. No plan.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

All the four brides laughed, except Enerva and Indigo. Indigo replied to Nora’s voice to let everyone know, including the subjects near them. “My lady, she isn’t wearing ordinary dungeon trash feathers,” Indigo said louder. “those are white feathers. No one in this world has white wings except our queen and crown prince.” All exhaled sudden shock, and Nora bubbled in anger at hearing these sayings, yet Indigo didn’t stop her explanation, “Our queen hasn’t used her wings ever since the departure of our king.”