روايات وقصص ضمن The Queen Of Hearts

Squinting his eyes, Alexander’s brows meet and a fine line of crease appeared on his forehead, “You mean... Him?” “Yes! Him! I don’t know what Grandma was thinking but arghhh! I don’t want him to be my teacher. You know how I hate his guts and just everything. I hate his whole existence.” Alexandria groaned as she expresses her dislike on the man her Grandmother, Duchess of Montmorency, have chosen for her. “You can’t do anything. Petronivia Royaline Chartres, Duchess of Montmorency thinks of him as one of your marriage prospects.” “Could you please not say in complete our Grandmother’s name.” Alexandria complained with a twisted facial expression. “Petronivia would be enough.”

"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.

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

I sighed loudly and explained the plan I made with Toralei. Carter frowned, “So, you’re running with Toralei because you don’t want Jenna to win and be crowned as someone else’s queen? Dude, that’s selfish and absurd.” Carter said with a scoff “It’s not, Cart. You’ll never understand love.” “Well, if this is love, then I’d rather fall in chocolate than fall in love. Trust me, you’re gonna regret this.” “We’ll see about that.” ***************************************** Jenna Brooks’s POV “Prom queen? That's great news, Jenna.” Jeanette squealed as she held my hands.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

The older woman’s heart races in her chest and her palms are a little sweaty as she waits to be acknowledged by the Queen Mother. The beautiful Queen mother, who still looks stunning despite her age takes her time acknowledging the servant before her. She plays these mind games to remind the servants who has the power. “So?” She questions casually without looking at the servant, acting as if what she wants to hear from the servant is not important. A few days ago, the Queen Mother’s head servant had sort out the cook, granting her a very important task, one if she accomplishes would put her in good favour with the Queen Mother.

she said and burst into a fit of tears. "Are you sure you were not imagining things and you had actually seen the queen eat the heart of your husband?" I asked, just to be sure. "My king, I swear by the power of the moon goddess and any other power that there is. The Queen is a witch, a wicked and very deadly one. She cares about no one and only wants to get the silver wolf so that she can end the wolves..." Her words faltered out in my ear when I heard her mention the silver wolf.

“Obviously I don’t. But I have the feeling it is quite a stupid reason.” “They need a moderator to start their meeting. And they are both angry because he is nowhere to be seen.” “Why don’t they just name another moderator?” “Because they are indeed a bunch of fools.” On this Mr Darking blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows: – “The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away !”