The Moist Queen Real Name Novels & Stories

I said, and she smiled a little before a woman came out with a tray of Polaris, one of the famous watermelon fruit punch. I took in a quick gulp, relishing in the taste and coolness of it, before we explained whatever we had found to the queen. "I know two of them," the queen said. "She is from clan Red Thunder, and the other one is a royal seamstress." "We think they might all be the descendents of Azura," Mateo said to his mother. "And that someone has been killing them one by one." The Queen's face twisted in a thoughtful look as she read through the paper, her looks growing somber with each paper.

“You must be the Blue Moon Alpha.” His throat chuckled. Arms crossed, he stared straight at me. “Roxana Winfield,” I stretched out my hand, “I’m the COO of Crimson Crest Empire.” As soon as the name got out, a dark rage befell the man’s face. “Are you now? Luna Roxana Winfield—the future Queen of the Crimson Crest pack.” Something in that fierce knit of brows told me to refuse that title. But how can I? Quietly, my hand recoiled and I said firmly, “I think you’re not going to sell me these mangoes.”

“Let’s go.” She didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. She opened it herself and stepped out. Boom. The crowd erupted. Bodyguards immediately swarmed her, forming a tight circle. Flashes exploded like lightning. The noise was overwhelming. “Miss Moore, did you really forge Mr. Westwood’s will?” “Are you qualified to run a fashion empire, or just sleep with its owner?” “Did you kill Darius because he refused to marry you?” That last one hit her like a steel-toed boot to the chest.

I said thoughtfully. "Yes." She snapped her fingers. "It would be something like Avalyn Aine Alvarez-Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Princess of the Faye kingdom, and Queen of the Mozog Kingdom," she said and grinned at me like a proud mother. "My baby has grown so much." She wiped a fake tear from her eye and hugged me. I hugged her back, laughing. I really have come a long way. "But we have to keep me being a princess or being a faye a secret. No one should know about it," I said. I knew she would never tell a soul but I was just worried.

Rex replied, confusion written over his face. “Oh, I think you know her,” the queen said, focusing her four blood-red irises on Rex, “After all, you killed her.” After swallowing, Rex looked back at the queen, who seemed to look like she was searching his face for something, “I am sorry, but what was her name?” “Her name was Balrog, queen of the surface dwellers.”

Gods don't tell it's the queen. "I see you're awake, honey," she's sweeter than I thought. "I'm sorry... who the hell are you exactly, and how did you enter here?" "Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Winter," as the season? "Mm- I am the queen." What the- "I mean, the previous queen," she said when she saw my face then a smile appeared on her lips. That smile... damn it, she is Kai's mom. "My son is one hundred percent single, just for your concern."

I didn't realize she had been hiding in the shadows, staring at me like a viper at its prey. I got goose bumps all over my body. She noticed my gaze and said to me with her mouth shape, "I told you, I'm the queen." Then she walked toward us, getting in the way of all of us. "Oh, what's happening?" Molly hypocritically covered her mouth and made a surprised sound. "Miss Molly, please move over. This woman is pregnant out of wedlock and pretending her baby is the king's. We're taking her to be burned." The doctor who accused me replied.

I said while pointing to her belly with disdain on my face. "That's none of your business, lady. All I want to know is who the hell are you?" She snapped at me I chuckled lightly. "Oh Child, I would not do that again if I were you. All we need to do is talk to each other politely and then we might give each other answers we have been dying to know," I grabbed a chair and sat near them. " My name is Queen Crystal Wood Foster, Queen of the Rogues," I began and Selene gasped.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

The Queen, the Untouchable Alpha, now had me burned into her bones. Now she would feel me,want me,need me!. Just like I need here. She has no idea the war she started the day she let me touch her,feel her…ruin her. Her moans weren't ordinary because I couldn't forget the way she moaned for me and let loose for me. It had a way of making me remember her…it was calling me. Her moans were music to my ears and I needed to hear them again. Over and over and over.