Novel & Cerita The Man Who Lost Queen

She joined the conversation to help Denzell convince the man. “However, why are you with a human? Is she the reason you wanted to meet the Queen?” “I don’t need to tell you why, I only ask you to make preparations for us to enter the palace.” As ever, he is stiff and arrogant; she wonders how the businessman Denzell was able to make multi million deals with this kind of attitude. “The Queen… she is already near her deathbed, and the palace is solely leaded now by that human.” “What? You mean …” Surprise is clear in his eyes and what Barrett sees more is that he is worried, did Denzell know the Queen personally? Mister Manuel has mentioned something related in the past earlier but he did not

The man laughs, digs his hand in my hair, and drags me further back, making me cry out from the pain. “You don’t have to do this,” Claire says, holding her hands out to placate the man. “We can’t have a human Queen,” he growls. His hand tightens on my neck, and I gasp when my air supply is cut off. “Even if I have to kill her, we will not have a human as Queen!” A loud roar shakes the room and something darts past me. The man is ripped off me, which has me falling to the floor.

"I too was close to the King once. A few years ago I retired as his closest advisor. But the Queen Mother took away my rights and fired me from the court. I was relegated to a stableman just so I could feed my family. And when someone stole the black thunder, I came out of the palace to investigate, only to find out the white horse was also stolen in my absence. Now that I've found the two thunders, none of you should think about taking them away today." Huh? What? Sounds of protest could be heard all around. "It turns out to be the royal stableman." George Rage and Dan Brown were equally baffled, glaring at the stableman bluntly. They both thought they knew him from somewhere but couldn't f

few men were killing her men in thousands, few hours later these men became this tired and began to fall one after the other, until only the leader was standing, he had not raised his sword since the attack that lasted for two days, he looked at his men bodies on the ground, then looked at the Queen, and shouted, " I challenge you to a single combat " some of her generals rushed at the man, but the Queen ordered them to stop she said " if he want me, I won't deny this one, " she floated down and landed like an eagle, before the man, they began the fight and it was a big surprise for the Queen, that the man was weaker more than the men he led, they had fought far better than him, she got ang

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

"Queenie Knight is dead but her information is online. This person might've gotten facial surgery and adopted triplets to look like Queenie Knight. If I expose her scheme, you'd get your job back, right?" Maria's tone was anxious and hopefully. One would think she was genuinely concerned for her husband, but the truth was, she was only distraught at the luxurious life her husband will fail to provide if he really lost his job. "Yes. Just find your way and undo whatever you did." The man deadpanned and hung up. Meanwhile, Queenie had gone to another, quiet part of the park but was unfortunate to meet a familiar person. "Look who we have here. I didn't know I was going to see you again, Queeni

"Sorry doesn't fix the three days I sat by my mentor's hospital bed, praying my phone would ring. Praying you'd call. Just to ask if I was okay." "But you didn't," I shook my head. "You were too busy celebrating Rebecca's stolen victory. Too busy believing her lies. Too busy painting me as some jealous lunatic." He knelt on the floor, shaking violently. "And now that you know the truth, you think 'sorry' fixes it?" I pulled my dress from his grasp. "The game is over, Miles." I looked down at the broken man at my feet. "You lost." Then I turned and walked toward the terrace, and didn't look back.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

The version that was standing in a service corridor after a gala at which his son had stood up first. “I’m not happy, Adrian,” I said. “I’m free. There’s a difference.” He was quiet. The difference landed the way I had known it would land, not as a blow but as an accurate statement that required sitting with rather than responding to. “I lost everything,” he said. “You had things that weren’t yours to keep,” I said. “That’s different from losing.” He looked at the floor. Then at me. “I loved you,” he said. The corridor was very quiet.

“You’re exhausted. Your wolf’s fractured. Your bond is bleeding you out from the inside. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious another hour.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I mutter. He ignores the sarcasm. “I want you alive,” he says. That stops me. I blink. “Why?” The corner of his mouth lifts - not quite a smile. Not at all kind. “Because the world isn’t done with you yet, little queen.” The air in the shelter seems to freeze. My breath catches. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Don’t speak. Queen? My chest squeezes, and then the heat rushes in from humiliation. Rage. That raw, aching place where dignity used to live.