The Queen Of Hearts Novels & Stories

" By the way, that son of yours doesn't have enough darkness in his heart yet. He's still so useless even with all the people I killed in his life so he'd turn evil but he's still so stupid." " I–" " Do something fast. I don't care what you do, just make sure he has enough darkness in his heart if you want him to ascend the throne. He's going to be my puppet and no puppet of mine should have a flowery heart." The Queen said before she vanished. The lush eyed witch dropped on the floor, biting her lips so hard that they bled. Meanwhile, Melina ran to the Queen, angry. " My Queen, that girl!" She yelled, exasperated. " That girl keeps on roaming all about. Why don't you just kill her again? I

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

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

Something is off the plans? As I focused my hearing skills, the reason for the feeling entered my ears. "The Queen isn't wearing white. She's wearing red." "Red is a symbol of danger and destruction." "Has the King lost his mind trying to marry such a woman?" "You never know maybe she has put a spell on him." "Black magic? The Queen of Eleneas has participated in black magic? That's treason!" "Hey! Be quiet. Unless you want the Tryant to slash your neck apart."

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

I wanted to repair the scars or at least die trying. Because I had no way of anticipating that my mate would be my enemy. And, I had no way anticipating that I wouldn't only be compelled to die for her but I'd willingly do it, I'd protect her with my dying breath. The white-haired princess with eyes as black as coal and skin as pale as stars was destined to be Queen. She just hadn't realized that it was written in her fate yet. All she had to do was reach out and grab it with both hands but first, she had to step out of the darkness because darkness blinded her.

I explained, making Amanda and Emma squeal in excitement while the two guys were seemingly confused. “Wait, what—” Mason didn’t continue his sentence. What is a queen without a castle? I would just show them who they should be fearing and once they crossed my path, I would make sure they would regret. Barbie just popped up in the hallway and spontaneously approached us because she was jealous of what I had and threatened me like a little kid. What more if I showed her what I could do that she couldn’t? And before she could even drop the bombshell that would ruin my reputation— just in case— I already had people’s trust and they would spit on her. That’s how I sketched my plan, and no one had

To remove whatever corruption had twisted her into this monster wearing the face of the woman who once helped me in the Pack House. But I lowered my gaze again, pretending to shrink under her words. "And how about Sister Brittany?" I whispered. It was not Pepper who answered. A laugh, sharp and rusted like a blade dragged against stone, came from the elder woman behind her. I lifted my head to see the older woman step closer into the dim light of the corner lamp. Her skin sagged with age, yet the magic swirling in her eyes pulsed with dangerous arrogance. "Brittany is our next Queen," the elder said, pleased with herself. "She is beautiful and graceful, and most importantly, she is very powe

The ring on my finger, the necklace around my neck, and the man by my side were the proof. The Queen of Hearts may have been beautiful, but in the end, it was the Queen of Hearts who ordered the beheadings. And in my story, Aurora had lost her head a long time ago. Now, it was just a matter of watching the body still twitch.