The Man Who Lost Queen Novels & Stories

The man can barely breathe with veins carved on his neck and face. "While you speak before I squeeze the life out of you?" the King press harder making it difficult for him to utter a word. Yet, painfully he struggles and says "The Queen, she's not more!". "Fuck!" the King squeezes his neck so furiously that the man convulsed and gives up his last breath. "All of you will die, now but before that, I want to know every that happened. Why is she not more?" The King frees his hands and the man's corpse heavily falls onto the ground.

Atwood paces back and forth in front of the door, his fists balled up at his sides. “Why?” he says suddenly, turning toward the Queen. Aside from the anger in his eyes, there is something else: pain. Pain from the loss of Vivian. Pain from the potential to lose me. I want to go to him, but I don’t. The Queen clears her throat and stands, apparently having regained some confidence. “I never wanted you to be King,” she growls. “It should’ve been Paine.” “So you poisoned my wife for it? And now you attempt to poison Ruby? Why not just kill me?”

“You know, I once saw a younger version of myself in you—fiery, power-hungry, full of spirit. I favoured you for my son. But now, I’m beginning to doubt your capability. Neither sharp wit nor good strategy seems to be your strength. I never liked Darina—she’s an outsider and Claus’s daughter, and he’s not my favourite person—but more and more, she proves to be smart, strong, and balanced.” “But you helped me before...” “I never helped you plot against my daughter-in-law. You have a wild imagination.” Jackie was fuming, but she knew better than to insult the Queen. “My Queen, I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy.” “I’d be happy to see it,” the Queen said with a sly smile, then waved the maids ba

"You’re going to lose everything for a girl who doesn't even have a roof of her own!" Aryan didn't look back. "I’ve already lost everything that didn't matter. Now, I’m going after the only thing that does." The Queen’s Resolve Across the city, in the quiet darkness of her room, Zara sat on the edge of her bed. The blue light of her phone illuminated her face, showing the headlines of the Knight wedding disaster. A small, genuine smile played on her lips—the first real smile in a long time. She looked at an old, faded photograph of her father standing in front of the Falcon Enterprises building. The "Stolen Empire" felt heavy in her thoughts, but the weight was no longer a burden. It was a m

The man who created an entrance before walked in amidst the whole drama as he walked towards Queen who was now seated alone on her table since Funmbi was still getting her photograph and Zainab left early to tend to her baby at home. Queen adjusted her hair and sitting posture as the man approached. He took a seat right in front of her and smirked. He then took off his shades. "Remember me?" He said with his sexy deep voice. Queen gasped. "Boiling ring!" 🌚 I hope you enjoyed this Epilogue/bonus chapter! I want you to answer these questions: 1. Who was your favorite character? Why? 2. Which character did you hate the most? Why? 3. Who do you think was the funniest character?

I only wanted to see if I had lost or not. He seemed so confident. We both knew he had tried to use his looks to distract me. When he refused to lay his card, I dropped mine. I wanted this to be over. “A queen of spades.” He read my card aloud. Then he dropped his. It was a king—a king of spades. The king was greater than the queen. I had lost. “Don’t give me that look. A king is as important as his queen.” He smiled, playing with the cards.

Quai says as he takes a step towards Syn, towering over him. “Your what?” Syn asks, clearly not able to connect the very close together dots. “My sister. The Princess and soon to be Crown Princess of the Kingdom. You know, the woman that you blatantly rejected.” Quai quips. Syn’s eyes meet mine and I hold his gaze. I wish I could have taken a photo when the realization made its way into his eyes. I saw all the things I had hoped to see. Understanding. Regret. Dejection. In one crashing wave he was clearly overwhelmed by exactly what his one choice had lost him. And unsurprisingly, following all of those emotions his tell tale temper reared its face and that anger I knew all too well came out

He stood up and approached me, gently lifting my chin with his finger. "No need to feel embarrassed about it. Everything that has happened to you today will never happen again, I promise you that. If I have to go to war to make sure of it, then I will." My eyes widened, and tears threatened to fall once more, but I regained control of my emotions quickly. I didn't want him to see me cry. "You're not going to reject me?" "Why would I reject you, my queen? I've been searching for you for decades." I was puzzled by the "queen" part, but I set it aside for the moment.

"Sometimes the hard choice is the only choice. Sometimes one life is worth sacrificing so hundreds can survive. There are people who understand this. People who can make problems disappear. Quietly. Cleanly. An accident. A power surge gone wrong. It happens with unstable hybrids." "Stop," Celeste whispers, but it's barely a protest. "You don't have to decide now." He slides a card across the table—blank except for a phone number. "But when you're ready to take back what you've lost, when you're ready to save this pack from itself... you know where to find me." He stands and disappears into the crowd before she can respond. Celeste stares at the card. Her hand trembles as she reaches toward i

3rd Person The room is utterly silent save for the ragged breaths of a wild looking man. Blood drips from his mouth and claws as he stalks back toward his throne, throwing himself heavily on the seat. Several servants shrink as best they can into the shadowy depths of the throne room, but there is no hiding from Devlin Anwir. “Clean up this mess before I give you all the same treatment!” Everyone moves to fulfill his orders except for one man who moves closer to him, eyes concealing any emotion.