The Last Queen Book Novels & Stories

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”

Michael left his king in his study, still engrossed in everything he could find about his queen. The royal beta grinned at the thought. Our Queen. Finally. At last. After more than 148 years, they finally found their queen luna. It was damn time! The kingdom was growing restless, their king unstable. They couldn't have that. Enemies were everywhere. Constantly watching. Waiting to pounce.

Here Matteo pauses and looks up at me. "I want to see that book." I say, then I add "Where did you get it?" Matteo hands me the book and says "It was the diary of one of the queens. Queen Georgia. She became queen when she was 17 and died when she was 83." "Okay, Thank you." I say looking at the book, it does look very old, it could be that it came to from the queen he claims, I check some pages near the front, middle, and the back of the book, making sure that the ink looks the same on each page. I do not trust Matteo completely, but I do think this book is the real deal, so I turn to Maxwell and Ansel and tell them to kneel.

He commented before he looked down at the large book he was holding in his hands. "It was a bit of a hustle to get this book from the large library. Old Lady Waina refused to let me in for a while, said the queen should come take the books she needs herself. Old cat." I chuckled before I reached for the book and Sir Hunder handed it to me. "This is it?" I asked. "It's quite... thick." My comment made Sir Hunder chuckle. "Of course, it is Queen Frost. You didn't expect to have the kingdom's laws to be any thinner, did you?"

Queen mother Meghan looks at Alexander " Oh, how will she look at the harem when she is only the wife you married till now". Now, Alexander knew Queen mother motive for coming to meet him. HE DIDN'T react to anything he pours himself more tea and drank silently with a cold face.

Rivers of silver water flowed between streets where people walked without fear. For a moment, everyone forgot the destruction around them. Then they saw her. A woman standing beside the Heart Throne. Long black hair. Eyes exactly like Evelyn's. Her presence was calm but powerful. She did not wear a crown. She did not need one. Everyone around her lowered their heads when she passed. "The Last Queen," Elara whispered. Evelyn couldn't breathe. She looked exactly like her. Not similar. Not related. Exactly. The woman suddenly turned. Her eyes looked directly at them.

My eyes followed as she pointed to a portrait some distance beside it, I stared at the smiling woman with luscious silver hair, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me she was the former Queen, the crown on her head seemed to shine through the canvas, her smile cool. “Why?” I whispered back, my skin tingling, goosebumps rising at the eerie tale. I turned to the image once more, the crown on her head catching my eye, and suddenly my mind flashed to the memory of the woman I had seen in the secret room. If this was the last Queen, who was she? “You know how it is with mates.” She shook her head, pitying. “They can never live without the other, death of one is as good as death of the other.” Menah

He moved to stop Victoria, but it was too late. A chilling silence came from the other end of the phone. Then, the Don's voice boomed, each word laced with ice, "Salanto's dog, you have some nerve." "To dare sabotage the marriage we arranged for our blood." Hearing this, a flicker of fear crossed Victoria's face. Then, her eyes darted, a look of calculation crossing them, and she reached out and ended the call for me. She looked at me mockingly, "Aria, you think this is still a game? Calling your family when you can't handle things won't help!"

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti