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

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—”

Between her beauty and the power rolling off of her, it's frankly the last thing anyone would notice. Insecure, I glance at Roman to see where he's looking, and find him walking towards me. I allow myself a moment of shame before I lean into his open arms and glance back up at who is no doubt my sister, the future queen of the underworld. She's staring back at me with an emotion I can't quite figure out, but I hold her gaze, the power rolling off her doesn't bother me but I can feel that she pulls it back.

She chose to be a witch and have more powerful traits. "We can never work out Jamie, stop distracting me. Stop making me think about you. Whatever you're doing, stop it! You chose this path of being a demonic creature, so stop tormenting me!" "I'll make it work, I'm working on that. The Witch Queen discovered new techniques that will make us be together!" "I don't want that!" I yelled in anger and pain. "We can never be together, you are my sister!" "I'm not!" "You are! Don't make things hard for me. Dad is dead , my mum is dead and I will kill your brothers when I reach home and take over the throne peacefully with my Luna.

It's Remy kissing his adopted sister out there in my presence, what does he think he is doing trying to humiliate in the presence of everyone, everyone is here , he couldn't even respect me" I said with tears dripping down my face. " Comeon dry up your tears, there is a reason I want you as my successor, if you want to be a future Queen, you don't have to show weakness, you present yourself strong even when you are hurt, we will go back there , you won't cry, I will try to ruin whatever they have between them and you will try your best to also show to that girl that she cannot take your place that she will be the one to leave for you" the Queen says.

I gasped— Because this wasn’t just a memory. The queen’s head lifted. Her eyes — molten gold — locked on me. Not through me. At me. “Blood of my blood,” she whispered. My heart stopped. “You… know me?” I breathed. She stepped closer, light trailing from her fingers like sunbeams. “My younger sister fled during the uprising,” she said. “They believed her dead.” My pulse hammered. “But she lived,” the queen continued. “She hid her children among mortals.”

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?

He washed his hands, sanitized, and took the spoon right out of my hand, shoving me aside with his hip. "I'm trying to win you over. I can't just talk a big game and do nothing. That's not how this works." My employee had already retreated to the back room. I sighed. "Look. I'm really not interested in dating anyone right now. You should probably stop trying." He didn't answer. The wind chimes rang again. I turned toward the door. At first, I didn't see anyone. Then my gaze dropped lower. I saw a cute little girl with pale skin and chubby cheeks. The moment she saw me, her eyes crinkled into happy little crescents.

"He is making her the Luna. He is going to give her the crown, the gold, and the title. He said he will keep you in this hole to watch your sister take your place. He wants to show you that you are nothing." The bread fell from my hand and landed in the dirt. The physical pain Zayn had caused me was nothing compared to this. My sister, the girl who had mocked me my whole life, the girl who had watched my father beat me and laughed was going to be the Queen. She was going to live in the sun while I rotted in the dark. She was going to have everything I was promised, and she would use that power to make sure I never walked free again.

"Well, damn. You don't see a pretty thing like this every day." The other stepped closer. He grabbed my chin with dirty, rough fingers. "Yeah. This is some rare top-shelf quality. Who did you piss off to end up like this, darling?" I slapped his hand away. "What do you think you're doing?" "What are we doing?" They laughed darkly. "We're just following orders and teaching you some manners." One of them grabbed my wrist. His hand slid up my forearm. The disgusting sensation made my skin crawl. "Don't touch me! Do you even know who I am? I saved the Wolf King’s life. I'm the Queen's sister!"