Novel & Cerita Sister I'm The Queen In This Life

"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.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

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.

“My grandparents - Leon Petrova and Katherine Green, passed away before I was born. My mother, Anne Petrova, passed away while giving birth to me. I spent the first few months of my life in an incubator.” “When I got discharged, I was left in the capable hands of my elder sister - the Petrova heir - Liliana Petrova.” “Oh, well, she is now, Liliana Petrova Smith.” “My sister is my everything - my mother who loved me unconditionally and imbibed me with culture and principles. She is my father who protected and sheltered me, yet trained me, tempered me, and raised me to become capable of standing on my own.” “She is my guide, mentor, first teacher, muse, and inspiration to strive for better. Sh

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

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

Only one Queen. This was not some drama or novels where a gorgeous, arrogant, overbearing filthy rich Prince fell in love with a commoner and lived happily ever after. This was reality! If he chose Sisley, for sure, without a doubt, his family would disown him. It was not like; he was the only one who was a male in the family. He still have cousins vying for the throne. He just so happened to be the oldest male next to his father and uncle.

“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.

Just one thing: don't let your father catch you," I said after a brief pause. Theo's face was all rigid. I gave him a smile before going up the stairs and heading to my sister's room. Being Prince Damien's mate and future queen of the Lycans, my sister was usually busy. She's got a tonne of responsibilities tied to the events she has to attend with important members from other packs, or whatever it is.

Her eyes—slanted, black-ringed, pale lilac at the core—burned with intelligence and a grief so sharp it bordered on madness. This was Seraphina, Mira’s older sister. She looked nothing like her. Her power is immense—Mira’s sister. The Witch-Queen. There was something familiar in her scent—faint, unmistakable traces of Mira woven into something colder, more profound, as if she had absorbed what remained. “You feel it,” the Queen said softly. Her voice carried without effort. “Good. Then you understand why I am here.” One witch trembled. “The light that touched us—”