Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes Novels & Stories

she asked in a sarcastic tone. "I am the wife of Maddox Dasher and the mother of his unborn child!" Hearing this each of them gasped in horror. "I know what you might be thinking...Yes! I am a mortal and Yes! The child growing inside me is a hybrid. But all of you know the same thing happened to Lady Athena. Consider this as the history repeating. I am your Queen and that is a fact! My husband Maddox Dasher is in a war with some pathetic wolves. Oh, and we all know Decima, the Swamp Goddess. She tried to kill me many times, gave me poison which is the wolfsbane."

"We move forward. You take your rightful place as my heir. We build something greater than either of us could alone." But that wasn't what I'd asked. Not really. The question I couldn't quite voice was simpler: Who would I be when revenge no longer defined me? My phone buzzed with another message from Alexander: *When the game ends and all pieces are captured, what then for the queen? Perhaps we should discuss over dinner tomorrow.* I turned away from the window, deliberately ignoring both Victoria's questioning look and Alexander's message. On my desk, reports showed Stefan's company bleeding value by the minute. On my screens, entertainment sites splashed Rose's scandalous past for all to

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and rushed toward the trash bin. As Queenie stared at the urn she had thrown away moments earlier, her entire body began to shake. Ignoring the filth, she plunged her hands into the bin, desperately searching for any remaining ashes. But the ashes had already scattered into the wind. No matter how hard she searched, there was nothing left. When shards of broken glass sliced into the back of her hand, she finally collapsed, wailing. "Steve, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you! I really didn't mean to do that! Please forgive me, Steve! I was wrong!"

Passing out on the cold stone floor in front of everyone. She groaned and frustration surged through her chest hot and immediate. She clenched her fist so hard her nails dug into her palm. She. Lost. The word echoed in her head over and over like a curse she couldn't shake. It felt like she was back at Silver Moon Pack. Theron's voice played in her ear calling her a loser and his trophy wife and that's all she would ever be. She growled out loud and the sound came from somewhere deep in her chest. "NO!"

🗣️ Our queen is back! 🗣️She looks more beautiful!!! 🗣️Naomi please look at me!!! I love you so much!!!! Naomi just smiled and cat walked to wherever she was going to without acknowledging the students shouting and praising her. "Who is she ? " A nerd girl on glasses asked the girl next to her. "Are you new here ? "The girl asked. "Yeah " The nerd said and adjusted her huge glasses. "No wonder, Naomi is like the queen bee of Blackridge college , not only is she pretty and wealthy but she has a popular sister Anastasia who is an actress and a model! " The girl told the nerd girl who just mumbled a simple "Oh " Before heading to the school library.

"The Queen doesn't care if you have a title or a tattoo. To her, we’re all just fuel for the vats. I’ve lost half my crew to the Sun-Eaters this week. My brother didn't even get to scream before he was turned into a battery." "The Queen has taken my mentor. She has turned the man I love into a psychic ghost who cannot even bear the sight of me," Sofia said, her voice dropping to a low, choral resonance that made the water in the puddles vibrate. "She has taken everything that made us human. This isn't a rebellion for a throne. It’s a funeral for the world she made. We are the Covenant of Ashes. We are what remains when the fire has taken everything else." (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW)

The massive mahogany table was still scattered with her plans, with the samples of lace and fabric for a wedding that felt like a story from someone else's life, a cruel joke played by a merciless fate. I picked up one of the creamy white invitations, its elegant script mocking me, and my hand was perfectly steady, my expression perfectly blank. Inside, where my heart should have been beating with grief or rage, there was nothing, just a cold, hollow, and endless void. She had not just broken my heart, she had ripped it out, taking the man I was becoming with her, leaving only the ashes, the cold, dead ashes of the king I thought I had escaped. The King of Ashes was back on his throne, and h

Those soft fragments felt distant, like echoes from another woman’s life, but they gave her something real to anchor to. ​The Ice Queen was the persona that led with lethal grace, but the woman who had once tasted freedom as Sophia ensured this fight remained deeply personal. And it was personal. Marcus was closing in, deliberately poking at her vulnerabilities. He wanted to break her—and worse, his tactics suggested he might actually know her true identity.