The Moist Queen Real Name Novels & Stories

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

she stuttered, her voice shaking badly as she fears for the consequences of her failure. “Uh,” the Queen mother exclaims in a mock surprise, her amused gaze staring at the head cook. “If you did as I asked then what happened?” “The blonde!” Miss Wang exclaims hotly, her body shuffling toward the Queen Mother. “Excuse me!” The Queen Mother looks at the head cook in confusion, her gaze shifting momentarily to her own servant to see if she understood what the old woman was rambling about. Her servant steps forward to explain. “One of the Queen’s personal servant saved her,” the woman answered politely.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti

She didn't look to be much older than Mare but she was slightly taller and that advantage made her look down her nose as she spoke. She took a step into the hall and Mare fought back the urge to hug her arms around her body. Did the hall suddenly turn cold? "What is it that you say?" Vallezarii asked. Mare's eyes snapped to his face. The tone of his voice... "Your Baryn concubine will not sully the queen's seat..." "There is no queen." "Her memory leaves on..." "There is no queen!"

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

Alone in a dark bedroom with neon lights glowing in the background, a single lady who had just broken up with her boyfriend stared at her screen. London Webb was a boring florist by day. However, after the boom of the internet era, she slowly gained popularity on the internet, going by the name of Queenie. Initially, she only posted pictures of herself with flowers at work, showing their beautiful arrangements. However, things took a different direction when her boobs garnered more attention than her blooms.

“That’s what I was thinking.” She turns and shouts, “Rick! Come on over here a moment, please.” I see how the man comes jogging to meet us. He says, “What is it, my queen?” “Rick, do you have information about my grandmother? Honestly, I don’t know her name or if she’s alive or dead.” He opens his eyes wide and says, “The queen mother?” “Is that what you call her?” “That’s right, my queen. The queen mother is called Elizabeth, and she is still alive.”

The floor is shallow water, and at the center sits a throne made from coral and bone. On the throne sits the Mist Queen. She's stunning and terrible all at once. Her features shift constantly—one moment young and beautiful, the next old and weathered, then something in between. Her hair flows like water, and her eyes are mirrors that reflect not images but emotions. Looking at her, I feel seen in a way that's deeply uncomfortable. "Welcome," she says, and her voice is everywhere and nowhere. "Sevia of Eclipsehaven. Kael of the shattered line. You come seeking something that does not belong to you."

Once Mikael moved away, I nudged Kian. "I couldn’t agree more. I am Morgana Araqiel, Queen and Luna of Clair De Lune, and I would settle for nothing less." I teased, making Kian chuckle and pulling me against his hard, firm chest. I gasped, my heart skipping a beat thanks to his sexy chuckle that even made a few who stood around stare in our direction. I didn’t blame them, our king never laughed, well in public anyway. "I never get bored of that line… although I like it a lot more now." He murmured.