Sister I'm The Queen In This Life Novels & Stories

To remove whatever corruption had twisted her into this monster wearing the face of the woman who once helped me in the Pack House. But I lowered my gaze again, pretending to shrink under her words. "And how about Sister Brittany?" I whispered. It was not Pepper who answered. A laugh, sharp and rusted like a blade dragged against stone, came from the elder woman behind her. I lifted my head to see the older woman step closer into the dim light of the corner lamp. Her skin sagged with age, yet the magic swirling in her eyes pulsed with dangerous arrogance. "Brittany is our next Queen," the elder said, pleased with herself. "She is beautiful and graceful, and most importantly, she is very powe

“I'm your sister, too.” "Of course I care about you!" She said, leaning over me. "But you're different. You're the Queen. Men are your subordinates. They were chosen by you. It is they who pray for love and desire to be loved forever, isn't it?" I looked into her serious eyes. "Then why can't you change your mind and be a woman of choice like I am?"

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

“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.

“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.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

“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 need to talk to my sister, the queen, and ask her to call grandma Aurora. She is the queen of all witches. There is no mysticism she cannot detect or counter. If indeed there is witchcraft at play here, then I fear for those involved. Even without my wolf, I will shred them to pieces with my bare hands. I do not know what I will do but I just know that there will be bloodshed. I hope that I am only overthinking things. Otherwise, only the goddess knows the devastation I will cause.

If I wasn’t feeling incredibly guilty, about using women to get over Rae, then I probably would have punched him then and there. “I know. I’m sorry, man. I really am. I did think that there was a possibility your sister would be my queen at one time.” I pleaded for him to understand. “That’s why I can’t have her. I have a destined queen, according to my father. And, I will only know that at a specific time.” He releases me with one more shove. “My sister is a princess. She will be a queen to someone one day. When father finds out how many men she’s slept with, he’s going to have an aneurysm.” He chuckles.

I asked, swallowing the bitter taste of jealousy at the back of my throat. He glanced at me, his dark eyes staring into my soul. "Evangeline?" I nodded. "Yeah..." A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She's my queen, my best friend, and my little sister" The last words threw me off, I frowned, taken aback but then registered what he said. "Little sister?" He nodded, "She is the only woman I'd gladly give my life for..." "I didn't know you had a sister..." I trailed off, they don't look like, not even a little bit.