The Moist Queen Real Name Novels & Stories

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

the Queen called with a bright smile, as she noticed me. “Good evening, my Queen,” I bowed politely before she pulled me into a big hug. “I’m so happy to see you, my dear,” she smiled at me. She was a stunning beauty even at 50, and her smile and aura were so bright and warm. To me, she would always be the archetype of mother. “My Queen,” Duncan bowed, and kissed the woman’s hand. “I heard you took one of the Blue Moon warriors, but I never imagined it would be our Moira,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m so happy. The Moon Goddess definitely knows what she is doing,” she chuckled.

I ask. "Yeah," he responds, "she was a brunette beforehand, precisely brown." "What does it mean?" "Well," he says, moving his hand from my hair to my neck, tracing vertical lines and my stomach flops. "The first queen, Queen Imelda, was the most powerful being in our world and no one matched her power until my mother was crowned Queen and her hair changed as we but no one actually knows the true significance." His fingers running along my neck makes it hard to concentrate, so I move away and turn to face him, acting like his touch doesn't affect me.

I reply, though I have no appetite. Before I can say anything else, there is a knock. Soft. Careful. Fiona moves to open the door. I am not expecting visitors. Not this early. When the door opens, I freeze. The Queen Mother stands there. With Queen Viola beside her. “Queen Mother,” I say quickly, standing. “What are you doing here? You should be resting.” She smiles warmly. “No, dear,” she says. “Call me mother.” The word settles somewhere deep inside me.

He didn’t just complete me—he made me stronger. I followed Mama outside then and the crowd roared. It felt real now as my nerves settled in my stomach. "We're here today to welcome our new queen, Serenya Valtoria Greystorm-Goldenthorn Ashmoor.

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---