The Man Who Lost Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

The queen was beyond frustrated. She looked at the crowd and spoke in a serious tone, "I fear failure!!! But that doesn't mean I will deny failure. Now that we have lost three army members, we need to fasten up the process as we are lacking time." She announced, "In order to rectify my mistake, I shall take this worthless life and bring more into our cult." The crowd cheered on the announcement and without wasting another second, The queen dug her long sharp fangs in the neck of the man and drained him completely. The man fell back in shock but the queen wasn't satisfied.

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—

“On his wedding day. You can freely kill him. I just want my woman back but it is impossible for me to do that. She is happy with him. I don’t want to take away her happiness.” The woman tilted her head. With a puzzled and questioning look she stared at the man, “And why is it impossible? You haven’t told her about your true identity. Maybe once she know that you are alive, she will comeback to you.” Hugo stared at the woman with melancholic expression. “She will not comeback to me. I am just a fragment of her past.. A memory that should be buried to the ground and be forgotten.”

I asked, as my heart thumped fast against my chest. “Where is His Majesty?” He asked. “The Queen is in labor, I’m the one here. You can tell me. How is he?” I asked fearfully, and I saw him gulp. I shook my head slowly and began to move back. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. He was brought in late. We did everything we could, but unfortunately, we lost him. He’s gone” “No!!!”

I do not agree. "I have nothing to lose, Queenie does. She has a daughter." "Ya have your life to lose, a life ya just got back!" I shout, feeling annoyed but more scared that she will do somethin' stupid and I lose her. "A life I've lived for years. Queenie lost her entire life until she met King a year ago. She has more to lose than I do." Ignoring her words, I grab my jacket. "Big King, don't ignore me."

He read them and slumped on the bed. “No, no, no.” He screamed. So, it was not a dream. He had lost Elena. He had divorced her. His wife was with someone else now. He had let her go. He should have saved her, but instead he betted her. “Urrgghhhhhh.” He bawled at his own eyes and screamed. What kind of a man he had become. He had lost his job and she had supported him. He had lied to her, she still supported him. He raised his hand on her, she still didn’t say a word. Now, he betted her and she is gone. His angel wife was gone. God knows what she must be going through. That bastard must have done terrible things to her. He stood up. He had to bring his wife back. He had to get her back. He

"Hello, mother." "Your Highness." Queen Rosette, mother of Kai and Queen of Gardenia, smiled proudly as her son bowed to her in respect. It was just like yesterday when she pushed this fine young man out of her womb and now, he's all grown into a man. A bachelor which all princesses want to be with. A real eye-catch and a true leader. She has never been so proud of anyone as she's proud of her son. It's just so sad her husband won't get to witness his son climb on and take his rightful place as King.

This was supposed to be the first thing to do before I spent off my day , and surprisingly my money was unbelievably enough to make a good order tomorrow. I slapped mysel, I jumped screaming which woke up my wife and I pretended to be making a prayer so that she won't ask a lot of questions. I was so happy and excited, I quickly forgot about my preassumed loss. I then started to focus on my business. I got to the small table in my room to have a look into my pastor's book I had been given as a parting gift when he left us for South African branch, though he was selling them he offered it to me free of charge. Although it was given for free I struggled with laziness to open it. The title of t

The silver-haired man stood before a massive stained-glass window depicting a fallen angel. A young operative entered and bowed. “The estate is locked down.” “As expected.” “And Lucien survived.” The older man’s expression remained unchanged. “I never intended to kill him.” The operative frowned. “Our sniper claims the mission failed.” “It succeeded.” The man smiled faintly. “Tonight I wasn’t hunting a life.” “I was hunting certainty.” He lifted a black chess queen from the table. “Tell me…” “When does a king become weakest?” The operative remained silent. The older man answered himself.

He slowly shook his head, his fingers gripping the wood until his knuckles turned white. My mom just smiled. They didn’t really want to make the surrounding crowd understand the deep, long lasting secrets passing between them. Victor’s smile returned, although it looked painfully forced. Then, he clapped his hands together, loud enough for the sound to echo through the entire room and disrupts the noise tge reporters were causing. “Then congratulations. Our missing Queen is back.” I could hear the frantic whispers crowding through the shareholders behind us. “Missing?” “I had thought they said she died with her husband in the harbor?”