The Queen Of Hearts Novels & Stories

Mathew made all four of us swear that we will protect Sabine and not tell a single soul that she is not ours. ***END OF FLASHBACK I wiped my tears and returned to my cards. I took a seat and turn, the next two. My eyebrows furrow when I see The Queen of wands facing the emperor. It's tall and slender. She has dark skin and dark eyes. The woman it’s close to Kade, like she is his lover or tries to be, but as far as I know, Kade is single. And then there is the second card which also represents a female: the Queen of cups. This time the card is facing down which means she is his enemy and I wonder for the second time who this woman could be. The Queen of cups is short and chubby, and has reven

Not a bride. > A queen.

My heart felt like a piece of glass—sharp, jagged, and ready to cut anyone who touched it. “After all this agony, do you still want him? Do you have no pride? He messed with the wrong woman. I am not some weak whore. I am Miroslava Flameheart, Queen of Dragons and Werewolves—” I paused as the realisation hit me, cold and terrifyingly perfect. “—And soon, Queen of Demons. Because I am going to kill their king and take everything he owns.”

King Van De Fretas just fell silent like a confused person. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Queen Katty Emerlinda, I'm not a coward like you. You really are heartless. You torture your maid like an animal. You can control King Van De Fretas not to stop your crimes, but you can't control me. I will stop your crimes." A woman's voice was heard. Queen Katty Emerlinda looks very angry. She looked around but she saw no one but the king of Van De Fretas.

“You're really recording this?” “Of course,” he said. “If she summons a demon, I want the footage.” I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, choosing five cards. My fingers hovered over each one like they could burn me. She took them from my hand gently, one by one, and flipped the first. It showed a woman wearing a crown, but the crown was cracked. Fire burned in the background while the woman smiled at something we couldn’t see. She nodded slowly. “Queen of Masks. It means you’ll wear many faces before you find your true one. You’re in danger of losing yourself… or becoming someone you never planned to be.”

He kept his eyes on her hands. After a moment she reached up and touched his jaw. Her thumb moved across his cheek. "You're awful quiet. Is everything okay?" He closed his eyes. Leaned into her hand. "It is now," he said. She watched him for another moment. Then she went back to her cards. "Look," she said after a while. She held one up. King of Hearts. "I found you." He took it from her. Turned it over. "Did you know the King of Hearts is the only face card with four hands? The others only have two."

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.