Novel & Cerita Sister I Am The Queen In This Life

“I will never attack you.” She stared at me. “Why?” “Because you are my sister.” She looked almost confused. “That is not what they taught me.” “I do not care what they taught you.” I reached for her hand. She pulled away. “You should hate me.” “I do not.” “You should want the crown.” “I do not.” Lyra blinked. “What?” I looked at her. “I do not want to fight you for a crown.” “You are the Moonborn Queen.” “Then I am your sister before I am your Queen.”

The Queen Mother is the sister to her own mother, so naturally, Sirah has the background to talk. "Yes, you put this Kingdom into jeaopardy. First you ran away, allowing the Prince to vent his frustrations on us. Now you bring back this nobody?" Dorah added contemptuously. "What can he do, huh? Is love really this blind?" Sirah continued. "That's enough!" Mirriam Ruby intervened, "you will not talk to my sister and the future Queen of this Kingdom like this." Huh? Jake looked at her closely, she resembled Dohana in a alot of ways. She was a young teenager, a brunette like her sister and extremely beautiful at such a young age.

said Valencia. Valencia's stinging words made the woman furious. Not wanting to be considered a loser, the woman shot back at Valencia. "Pfft... you dare talk to me like that, Sister Alexa?" asked the woman with sharp eyes looking at Valencia. 'Sister Alexa?! What, no....' "You! Who the hell are you? Why do you know Alexa?" asked Valencia, her eyes glaring at her interlocutor. "Oh my God, sis. Have you forgotten who your own brother is? I'm Queenza, Alexa's brother. The brother you love the most. How could you forget me?" asked back the woman who referred to herself as Queenza, Alexa's sister.

“Zaiden, take this from someone scorned by your family; helping you would be the last thing I would ever do. I mean, come on, why would she help you? Your sister has nothing to gain from this—not as we do.” A slow smile worked its way across my face and into my eyes. Despite how sardonic it looked; it still held a glint of humor. “That’s where you’re wrong. She has everything to gain from his death. The truth is, my sister is the rightful heir to the throne, not my father. Assuming she helps us with this, she’ll become the next Queen.” “And that’s something you’re willing to let happen? For her to become Queen, I mean,” she questioned.

I hated women who giggled, it irritated me and I wanted to snuff the life out of her right there. “It is nothing, you are family now. Your sister is my bride, and she is going to be Queen. The least I can do is serve you juice” I said to her and watched the light in her eyes dim. “Well, what if there was someone better to be queen. Or won't your people want a stronger woman to lead beside a strong and powerful king like yourself?” She said, her tone suggestive, but I decided to play dumb. “What do you mean by that, Annalise?” I asked her, my tone neutral.

She sounded while throwing saliva out of her mouth. As the blood began to boil every nerve in my body, I closed my eyes and tightened my fist. My sister is not a nobody, damn it; she is this house's daughter and the kingdom's queen. "Now Victoria is getting on my nerves, so I tried to hurt her to remind her of her place under my foot!" "But, damn, she is very lucky. She survived with no wounds!" I clapped my hands, creating a sound in the air and capturing her attention. "You!" She made eye contact with me.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“If only your mother was alive. She would have taught you how to become the ideal queen, just like she was.” I had reached the door by then when I turned and looked at him, “I do not want to be an ideal queen, who sits beside her king and watches as he rules. No, I want to be the queen who rules the kingdom. I do not think mother would have understood my pain if she were here.” “Sister.” My brother said warningly. Ignoring him, I walked out of the doors and saw Sera rushing to come near me.

A beat. “A fake queen.” The words hit like thrown stones. The queen’s composure cracked. “That is a lie!” she shouted, her hand already moving. Magic shot toward me… dark, fast, vicious. I didn’t even flinch. With a lazy flick of my wrist, I dissolved it mid-air. Gasps erupted across the hall. While the queen’s eyes widened just slightly. Oh, she hated that. I lifted my chin, voice rising stronger. “A queen who murdered her own sister to steal the throne.”

“Perhaps she’s no longer alive. Or perhaps—” “Perhaps what?!” His sister’s eyes then widened. “Pardon me, Leonardo Richards. Perhaps you forget that you’re talking to your sister and we’re at the dining table.” “I’m sorry.” A genuine lie from Leo. Leo lowered his face upon apologizing to his sister, Rhella Richards. The latter always gain the upper hand when it comes to debates like this. How could she not when his sister is the reigning Heathen Queen—the Queen of Heathens, witches as to what the common people call them.