Sister I Am The Queen In This Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You are one of the servants whom I will not forget, especially if you are wearing that face. The face of the previous queen.” I fell silent at the mention of my sister. My chest tightened, and my breathing labored. “Let’s…not talk about the queen.” My heart felt like it was stabbed a million times. “Are you sisters?” “Confirmed,” I whispered. I smiled after, trying to mask the hurt I felt. “Consider yourself lucky. Knowing my ties with the alpha king and queen, you can sell me for a hefty sum.” We turned into a corner and stopped at his office. Dawn’s image when she looked like a skeleton resurfaced in my mind.

“So, I am thinking all this time that… your sister will be truly fit as my new Queen.” It was like a bomb to my ears. He still didn’t let that idea go! I looked at him intensely with my lips forming a grim line. “S-she’s not like our mother,” I said, still in a low tone. He took a step, but still, it was far enough. His eyes were bored into mine. My fists were clenched tightly behind me so he won’t see them. I could feel my short nails bury into my skin. “She is quite a beauty… meek… graceful… fragile… submissive… I am sure that she’ll surpass your mother as my Queen,” he said slowly. And it was like agonizing on my part to hear every word that left from his lips.

“Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—” I could not stand her acting innocently while reaping all the benefits, so I cut her off mid-sentence. “Sacrificed? Yeah, they sacrificed so hard they gave you every ounce of love and every penny they had, while I had

Because this was Her Majesty. She was the Luna Queen. She was the woman I had admired almost my entire life. And now... she was calling herself my sister. That made me swallow hard. The information itself overwhelmed me. "I don't understand..." I admitted honestly. Her gaze softened further. "You must be wondering how we became sisters," she said quietly. I immediately nodded, slightly surprised as how she was able to read my thoughts. Perhaps, I was easy to read this time because of the amount of information I was given right now.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

I said. “Oh my…. Should I feel threatened?” she said with a feigned wince. “Maybe I shouldn’t address you as queen. Maybe I should forgo the formality and just call you sister. That’s what you’ll be when you marry my brother the king.” Her laughter filled the air. “That’s right, sweetie. I’m a shape shifting Mannador who just so happens to not mind going underground. It’s come in handy on so many occasions.”

“I'm the current Lycan queen an I have just discovered something rather strange. Whatever you tell me surely would help me q lot in my further discovery.” Her lips pressed against each other. “My sister was the queen for a very short while. When she was approached by the King to be his mate, she was the most excited person on earth.” She paused to catch her breath. My eyes flickered incessantly, curiosity heightened. “I was happy too, and so was everyone in my family. No doubt, it was a thing of Joy to be a queen, right?” I nodded, agreeing. It was just like yesterday too when I became the queen. The joy I felt was second to none.

"I want to know!" She stared at me. For the first time, the anger on her face weakened. The Black Queen immediately grabbed her shoulder. "Don't listen to her." My sister's eyes flashed. I understood. She wasn't completely evil. She was controlled. I looked at her. "What is your name?" She froze. The Black Queen's eyes widened. My sister stared at me. "What?" "Your name." She didn't answer. I took a breath. "I know my name." I looked at her.

“Ahhh! What use is this power if I can’t save those I love?!” Tears blurred my vision. I could no longer pay attention to the chaos around us. I know Fenrir is fighting his sibling, while here I am, losing mine. I could not focus on anything else other than Deyanira, who was taking her last breaths apparently, because I’m a uselessly powerful sister who is powerless at the challenge of saving a human life. I shouldn’t have let things be this worse. “Y-You can’t die yet,” I sobbed, pulling her closer. “You are the Crown’s successor… You must be Queen… Y-You can’t—” I buried my face in her neck as I wailed, cursing my fate.

My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. “Stop talking loud.” The water splashed over her and I stuck my tongue out playfully. “Okay I’m sorry my Queen and Luna of white peak but please the lake is getting cold and your health matters is top priority if the king finds out you’re endangered I’ll be punished for negligence.” “Aren’t we sisters?” She nods but worries planted on the crease of her forehead, “Yes we are but…” “There’s no but with sisterhood you will give up your life to save me if that’s required of you dearest, you’re part of our family, and no one will hurt you, not even the king..”