Romans & histoires Sister I Am The Queen In This Life

Because none of this was making any sense. “If you’re looking for revenge against your brother—or just some twisted form of entertainment—you should consider my sister, his current queen,” I said, my voice sharp. “You saw how easily he was willing to sacrifice me because he thought I took their child. She’s the one who actually matters to him, not me.” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Don’t underestimate yourself. You don’t know my brother.” For a moment, I just stared at him, completely thrown off. What the hell was he even talking about?

Until there was movement at a far corner and I heard a voice— the same familiar voice again. “I said, let go of my sister!” Isla roared and then I saw her creep out of the shadows, revealing her face. Tears squeezed out of my eyes. My sister. —The True Alpha Queen. She appeared so strong and at the same time, so beautiful and it made her daunting. She looked like she wasn’t scared of anything, immune to the feeling of apprehension and it made her appear powerful in contrast to me— weak, wretched, scared, and limited me

Then she shuddered as she realized what they probably ate. The queen lifted her hand again as though to snap her fingers and Madame Skia’s face reddened. The sirens, who had been hanging back, began to advance once more, their faces blood-smeared and greedy for more. “You think you can treat me like I am one of your ridiculous acolytes,” she looked at the advancing sirens with contempt but no fear. “You would do well to remember, Jez,” she said, her tone low and threatening. “I am your sister. I have as much right to be here as you do.” She lifted her own hand and the sirens halted, uncertain.

I just wanted to confirm if she was real or not and my suspicion was right. “Wait” She whispered. I scoffed and turned around looking at her. “ What is it? I thought you loved your sister. You just declared here that you will never betray her and you don't want something more. What else is there to talk about? Don't worry, you have to stand by the sidelines and watch how I destroy your sister and become the Luna of this pack I want to be the Queen, the problem is, what do you want to be?” I stated.

“I failed my class on mind-reading.” I hear Majandra chuckle through the mind-link and the woman in front of me is looking pissed. There are four other women in the living room and I inform Majandra about their presence. “Everyone is in position. At the first sign of trouble, they will step in.” Majandra responds. “Tammy was going to be the next Queen. Not some deaf lowlife who will never amount to anything around here.” The woman answers my question. I ask them for their names, because I refuse to keep referring to them as woman or women. Majandra explains that the one standing in front of me is Tammy’s Sister and has been as disrespectful of our Queen as Tammy herself.

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

“She may not be her.” “No, Liam, no. Quinn is nothing but bastard proof of my father’s affairs. She was born of a whore. Trash, their whole family is trash. My King, you love me, and you know I love you,” the Queen begs her husband. “Don't let this boy meet Quinn.” “You are a Queen yourself, why stop your own half-sister from being what she has been called to be by the goddesses?” I ask, only to have the Queen launch at me.

Juliet rasped “ Do not call my name, do you even know he was sick –and you are sitted there looking looking so pathetic but mind you I can see through you and I know you are a devil –A she devil and I do not have mother, you are just a distant Sister to me” Queen ranted rushing upstairs “Queen” Juliet called “ Why the hell does my name sounds so sore coming from you and for Grandpa I will live with you Sister –emphasis on the sister please” Queen mumbled before walking out

She asks in a serious tone. My hands shake. How did I not think of what it would cost to achieve what she was promising? It's the greatest success, but I can't have it if King Ethan sacrifices him life to end the deaths of his people. I can only be his Queen if my sister dies in his place. That's what this woman is seeking, someone to take my sister's place after she dies to lift the curse.

“This is my sister,” I say, interceding in the conversation and refusing to let them have an intimate moment alone. “Callista de Silva.” “Callista,” the Duke says slowly, turning the name around in his mouth as if tasting it. Then, he reaches for Calli’s hand and raises it as he bows low, pressing his lips against her knuckles and letting them linger for a moment longer than I’d like. “The Queen’s sister,” he says, his eyes flicking to me before returning to her as he stands. “One dark, one fair, but each…a remarkable beauty. What treasures your kingdom does have.”