She's Your Queen To Be Novels & Stories

Dante’s voice was filled with absolute possession, like he was revealing a sacred text. “Did you know she has a scar on her left shoulder? From when she was fifteen, saving a stray cat from a barbed-wire fence. And that I was the one who dressed the wound.” Every word was another cut, bleeding Julian dry. “Little Astor,” Dante’s voice was a final judgment. “While you were learning how to be an heir, I was in the shadows, paving a road of blood for my queen.” “She was never a princess waiting for a savior. She was born my queen.”

The throne could be hers if she knew how to play her politics well and-- He gripped her neck again and snared, "Your first duty as my queen is to turn the hearts of those filthy widows and orphans from you to me, you're nothing now and you belong to me, is that clear?" She managed to nod with teary eyes.

"He refused." "Well then who's going to―" The words catch in my throat as realization hits me. "You want Shawn to be the new werewolf king?" "I do," she says, turning to look at my mate. Shawn's normal composure is gone, replaced by shock. He stares at the queen with wide eyes. "I would be honored Queen Zari," he mutters, bowing his head again. "Does that mean you accept?" He glances at me. "If I do, you will be the Werewolf Queen and Luna of the packs, is that okay with you?" He asks.

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

As if he's not going to take no as an answer. "So are you going to drag me off?" She lean forward. "Try me." She stand up, ready to leave. With that, Felix followed her action. But before he could do anything, she look at him straight in the eyes. And with a clear and authorative voice, "don't you ever forget even a single second, that I am Siren Mendez. And you are just nobody to make orders above me." Hearing that words, Felix felt like there's a hard lump on his throat that he swallowed hard. And before he could say anything, Siren already left.

Lorranie and the girls along with Tamara stared at her in concern, eager to run to her rescue. The room was silent, nothing can be heard besides the heavy breathing of Jasmine as she slowly gathered her strength. As slowly as she can, Jasmine eventually stood up on her two feet before turning to face the guests as they all stood up. The elder stood beside her as he finally announced, "I here, present to you our new queen, Jasmine," he said as everyone began to cheer, as Jasmine stared back at them with dark eyes and a sly smirk before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.

“When you’re with me, you don’t pay. Anything you want, I’ll get you. Anything you need, is yours.” “I’ll not be a whore.” She replied quietly. “No, baby, I want you to be my queen.” “I’m not queen material.” “Yes, you are. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

The Queen steps in front of me again, her face inches from mine. “But listen very carefully,” she whispers. “Because this is the only mercy I will give.” Her fingers grip my chin, tight, forcing my face down to her level. “You will obey my words. I will remind you that I’m a queen and you’re just a hoe.” She releases me with a sharp flick of her hand. The air freezes. The Queen’s eyes burn into me sharp, venomous, unrestrained. “I’m not here to ask you questions,” she says through clenched teeth.