Novel & Cerita Take My Breath Away Queen

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.

She bawled and then she let go of me. I crashed to the ground and slammed my body hard but then, instead of focusing on the impact, I focused on calling air into my lungs. I was on the edge of slipping before she let go of me. With a mighty strain, I breathed in and coughed and then repeated the circle again and while I did, the Alpha Queen just stared. I thought it was over now but then she crouched down on the ground before me, her royal dress splaying elegantly over the floor around her legs.

All the girls turned their eyes, and looked wide at the image of the queen walking toward them. Spontaneous, three other girls and also Rosetta standing from sitting. Bend the legs and dive as deep as they can. “Our high respect to the Aelton's Moon. May god’s blessings always surround Your Majesty.” She can’t believe meeting the queen this afternoon. Her chest was pounding. The queen’s aura is so powerful that Rosetta won’t lift up. “Thank you, now keep your bodies in the upright position,” said the Queen Shannon.

You can take my breath away. You can take my breath away.🎶 I closed my eyes, our foreheads are touching, I feel he's breathing on my lips. "If loving you my queen is a forbidden for the eyes of human and God but damn, I don't dammit care to it my Shasha, I am ready to be a sinner for the woman I love and . . . that's you." I bite my lower lip. "Thyro . . ." I can't stop myself but to be emotional.

Eve stepped closer, her voice cold and commanding, “I Eve King, Your Queen demands you to be.on. Your. Knees.” The word rang out like thunder. Gasps echoed across the hall, and I could feel the ripple of shock coursing through the crowd. My smirk widens. Did she just used the Queen card? Smart girl. Freya couldn’t decline her Queens order. Freya looks around for help,her eyes lock on me. I raised my glass in silent amusement. In approval. I wasn’t going to stop this. Not when it was just getting so entertaining. She knew better to abide.

*** Not as a soldier. *** As something else. *** One by one— others followed. *** Not all. *** But enough. *** Enough that it spread. *** A wave of bowed heads. *** Of recognition. *** Of something close to worship. *** Raven’s chest tightened. *** “No,” she said. *** The word carried. *** Clear. *** Immediate. *** Heads lifted. *** She stepped forward. *** “I am your queen,” she said. *** Not denying it. Not softening it. *** “But I am not something to kneel to in fear.”

And then—she dropped me. I hit the ground with a brutal thud, pain splintering through my body. A groan tore from my throat as I curled onto my side, coughing, gasping for breath. Every inhale scraped like knives against my ribs. The Queen crouched beside me, her face level with mine. Her beauty was almost unbearable up close. Ageless, fierce, flawless. Eyes that could command kingdoms. A smile that could promise either salvation or destruction. “If you know what is good for you,” she whispered, her tone deceptively soft, “you’ll speak.”

The day my husband, Leon Ford, won Best Actor, a video smearing me went viral. In the video, my sister, Lucy Carter, tearfully accused me of using my position as Leon's manager to break them up. She claimed I'd threatened to ruin his career and forced him to marry me, a 250-pound woman. Leon liked the video the moment it went up, making it look like he was backing Lucy's story. Within minutes, the entire internet had turned against me. "She used her power to pressure an actor into marrying her? Someone like that should be blacklisted!" "God, she stole her own sister's boyfriend! What a vicious woman. Leon must've been miserable waking up to that disgusting fat pig every day!" "I hope Leon an

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

I could see that she's so anxious, and she keeps on glancing at me like saying, 'I will kill you later'. “Pfft.” I held my laughter, and Marge cleared her throat. Then I decided to raise my left hand. Note: the owner of this academy is still at the front deciding if she will sing or not. She's truly so fudging adorable. “Yes, Blair,” Marge called, and I stood up to excuse myself. Then I walk to the front and straight to where the glorious queen is standing while her face is confused about what I'm going to do. She is just so cute when she does that confused face of hers.