The Divorced Military Queen Awakens 소설 & 이야기

We had breakfast and later she took me to my place. We talked and we decided to date after all we had had sex the night before. I had divorced and Vanese also had informed me that my ex wife was cheating on me with a rich man. So l did see any harm for me to move on. That woman told me that her name is Queen. She came to know about Ritah and my children. She asked me whether l still loved Ritah but l lied to her that we had broke up and divorce. That l dont love her anymore. She told me she is a queen who won't share me with another woman. I agreed with her. We lived together and we were happy.She introduced me to her friends which were in the entertainment industry as a singer. I began to r

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Even the ancient covens would panic once they realized what she truly carried. The balance was already breaking, and once balance breaks, kingdoms die screaming. A sudden scream tore upward from the lower laboratory levels before cutting off violently. Another failed experiment. I barely noticed. Malvek stepped beside me carefully. “My Lord… if the prophecy is real…” “It is.” That shut him up immediately. I looked toward the storm outside while memories older than Blood Carticons moved quietly through my mind. Memories of ancient wars... burning kingdoms... The Hybrid Queen... Asha. The witches buried her story because they feared it.

I AM THE LUNA QUEEN ~~~ Blurb. I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me.

I let each word fall like a stone into still water. “I want warriors who answer to me. Not borrowed soldiers loyal to my husband first. Not warriors who bow to his command before mine. Warriors who would bleed for their queen—not their king.” The silence deepened. It wasn’t just quiet anymore. It was heavy. Suffocating. Like the entire room had stopped breathing. I slowly sat back down on the throne. Crossed my legs. Let my hands rest lightly on the armrests. Took my time. Let them feel every second of it.

Author's POV ~ Charlotte woke with the sun spilling through her curtains, a warmth in the room that contrasted sharply with the tension still hovering in her chest. She stretched, her eyes glittering with a strange excitement she couldn’t fully explain, and slid out of bed. Her hair was messy from sleep, but she barely cared. Today felt like a day she could control, like a small victory had already been won.

I didn't want to be anyone's wife, let alone the wife of a Crown Prince. Besides, I wasn't anybody's idea of a Luna. I would thrive as a Royal Guard. That was my fate. “What are you still doing here?” the Beta snapped at me. “Get out.” I quickly did up my buttons and dropped into another rough curtsey. “Your Highness,” I muttered and practically sprinted for the door. I did my best to follow the path back to the recruits’ quarters, though it seemed to take me much longer to go back than it did to walk up the hill to the grand palace.

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

The warmth of the sun and the heat of his body enveloped her completely, burning away the last decade of cold, mechanical survival. ​They had fought through absolute hell. They had torn the global underworld apart. ​And as the billionaire queen stood on the sunlit dock in the arms of the devil who loved her, the master architecture remained completely silent. She did not need code to predict the future anymore. The only reality she needed was holding her perfectly in the light.