Novel & Cerita Take My Breath Away Queen

“You alright?” “Yeah,” I said too quickly. “Just… tired.” He studied me the way people do when they know that’s not the whole truth but won’t push. “You’ve been fighting hard. Anyone would be.” I nodded, but my gaze had already drifted back. The Queen had turned. Her eyes met mine. The world tilted. Not dramatically. Not violently. Just enough to make my breath hitch. She looked startled.....only for a heartbeat but there was something else there too. Recognition? Longing? Pain?

As soon as the first notes left the fifth queen's mouth, I was almost struck by lightning. It's her. The one who plays the queen in a pink and black costume, is my destined mate. She was singing with passion, her strong voice sounded absolutely perfect and the way her body moved… Goddess, she is perfect. I had my eyes glued to her, hoping that she would look me in the eye, for the final confirmation. Then came her line, during the introduction. She leaned to the front, giving me and others a nice look at her cleavage, and she sang.

Natasha murmured the Queen's name. Queen looks up from her phone as she hears her name called in two different tones. One was Maya cheerful and the other was soft but panicked. Her eyes meet Natasha and her eyes stick to Natasha. Queen held her breath as she saw Natasha's beautiful eyes. Something moves in Queen's heart. Jack notices their expression. "Queen, it's time to go home." Jack coughs lightly to break their eyes. "Huh? Yeah…." Queen looked down at her watch and said. "Queen…" Natasha is still in shock.

Her hair floated like a halo of smoke, her presence crushing the air from Adrien’s lungs. He gasped, knees threatening to buckle beneath her sheer weight. Liora’s laughter rang out, his daughter’s laugh, high and innocent, but twisted, layered with the Queen’s voice. It was coming from inside her chest. Adrien’s stomach dropped. “Get out of her!” he screamed, flame searing upward, his fury so raw it blinded him. He threw everything, his soul, his fire, his pain, straight at the Queen. The blast struck. The void screamed. For a moment, the Queen staggered, her body flickering as though the flame had torn through her form. Adrien’s heart surged, hope, desperate and wild.

Blake rises, and I follow, my heart standing still as the Queen of Eastonia, dressed in a soft silver gown of lace that flows around her like water, turns the corner of the staircase and spots us with a start. Blake narrows his eyes at her. The queen looks surprised to see him and then tilts her head in my direction for a moment before her head whips back to Blake with an expression I can only describe as… smug. “Well, well, well,” she grins. “Sneaking away from the party, Blake?” “Speak for yourself,” Blake says without a hint of emotion, even though I sure he meant to tease. Queen Maeve turns to me as I step down from my perch, bow deeply, and open my mouth to thank her for inviting me her

The woman beside me muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Holy God, I can't believe this." But I didn’t even hear her. My eyes were locked onto Keilah, every inch of me drawn to her, my breath shallow. She was there, real, in front of me. I could see her trembling slightly, the magic around her still buzzing with energy. Her eyes were wide, searching mine, and for the briefest moment, it felt like everything else in the world faded away. The Queen's voice broke the heavy silence. "Young man, step forward," she commanded, her voice soft but filled with authority.

she stutters, making the corners of my lips curl up with delight. “This is where I took my sword and drove it through the queen's chest. This spot where you stand is where her heartbeat for the last time, where she took her last, agonising breath as her blood filled her lungs, and this will be where you will take your last agonising breath if you do not summon the new queen to me.”

She was cramping on the ground, dust getting inside her lungs as she breathed it along with air. "Do not forget that every breath you take is a gift from me. Do not forget the promise you made to me, Elizabeth. I am giving you an option here. Help me with my mission and I will keep your little lover alive, and if you're still stubborn to be your own person then I don't promise anything to you." The Queen stated in a calm tone.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen." She giggled, "Alright, can you tone that down a little?" Victor's phone rang. Shuffling into his pocket, he pulled it out and sighed, "Showing you your room would be a dream come true, but I need to leave." "It's okay," she raised a shoulder, "I'll see you around then." "No," he raised his knuckles and brushed the hair off her face, "I will see you around. Excuse me, miss," Eva stood there still stunned, watching Victor's back as he walked out the door, and he understood her; Victor's charisma was over the top, and coupled with his confidence, anyone would be intrigued.