The Orphaned Queen Novels & Stories

The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

Sora said "I am not queen because of any grand achievement, I am not queen because of any favours. I am only queen because of what they could take from me" "You said it yourself, how could someone become queen in a world like this. It is not possible, unless you have something as valuable as my power." "I was blessed with the ability to create treasures. Anything I made consisted of gold and precious gems so the order took me for the riches I could bring them and placed me in this storage room of a city. They gathered treasure from all over the world but the ones I made always outclassed them. They gave me a comfortable life that I couldn't enjoy. I bore children but I had no heart to love t

"They won't be able to take our ladies from us. I promise!" "I hope you're right, my King," Orian says, accepting my promise. "I'm always right. Our Queen won't allow Jessica or Odett to be taken from her. Remember, Rain was their Queen before she was ours. And Jessica would never choose to leave you or them." I say, and he nods. I look at Sam. "Make sure there's a car waiting for them at the orphanage to bring them back quickly. Something tells me they'll lose track of time."

Liza defends, when her eyes land on Jonathan as he enters the room. "Fuck off Liza, Orin had no legitimate claim to the lycan throne. His mother was forcefully taken by their king, and became his chosen mate when he seized power from Orin's father; who by the way, was a tyrant. When Orin became of age, Draven, handed the kingdom back to its rightful ruler. Osric, had to challenge and kill his own father for his throne, you know nothing of my mates, or our real history. Embry was driven by his loyalty and love for Osric, when he took the life of our queen, protecting him from Orin's treachery. Anyone in his position would have done the same for their mate!" Jonathan's words cut through the ro

“There’s something oddly familiar about it.” Then she shook her head. “I have contact with so few people. I’d know if I’d run across you before you made a name for yourself. Or you grew up an orphan, right?” I nodded. “I probably did a charity appearance with your orphanage when you were small. As for the problem at hand. The only real way to save Orlune is for the king to have an heir. Since I can’t, and I’m not going to die just so he can take another wife to be nothing but a womb he beats, I don’t know what to tell you.”

I think he got repulsed by the smell of puke and illness that constantly clung to me. It got better after a month. I could manage the walks with my maid—Oriana—who barely makes for good company, seeing as she would much rather act like I don’t exist than speak to me. From Raya, I learned that Oriana was the queen, and after killing Hamon, Atticus had laid with her—by force—and then reduced her to the status of a hand maiden.

He looked at Vermin as if asking the millions questions coming in his side with just one glance and Vermin shook his head admitting to what he said. "I can't give you anything else but all I have is this." Orester took out a small pouch full of coins as I was about to deny when he stopped me. "Please let me help you. This is all I can do. You are our Queen." He said as I smiled. It was small and forced but this was all I could do since I was hearing that I was the Queen for the last time. I was once the Queen of Fated Kingdom. "And take this too?" Vermin took the pouch as Orester gave a small glass tube in which there were some wild herbs.

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.