The Queen Of Wishful Thinking Novels & Stories

The thought of never seeing her daughter again broke her heart over and over. "Please I beg of you..s-spare me....please..." Queen Estel laughed heartily. "You're such a sweet woman, Zalina and for that, I'm going to grant your last wish". Zalina looked at her tearfully. Last wish? Was there hope of seeing her daughter? "Y-You will?" "Of course I will. Everyone wants to see their last wish fulfilled so I'm gonna fulfill yours" The Queen assured, before turning her attention to her men.

She was mad. "I'm not thinking of any nonsense. Chelsea is a good candidate for the position of the queen" I tell her. "NO, She is not. You know she is not" Of course I know but I need to do this for Elizabeth. "Yes, she is. She has been trained from childhood to be the queen. She knows compact, she is good with politics, she can assist me in my work. She is everything I want in my queen" she is not. she never was what I wanted from my mate. I want a mate who loves me for what I am. not for my position.

the investigator replied. Madam Quinn clenched her fist. Why didn't she ever consider this? Why has she not thought about this? How could this happen? This is not part of the plan at all. The future she dreamt of is her only son at her beck and calls. She never knew a woman would suddenly pop out of nowhere. She needs to decide everything for him, even the woman he will spend his lifetime with, and he has to be obedient to her. What use is a disobedient child? She only needs loyal people around. She's the queen. She needs to have the final say over everything and everyone. Her husband, mother-in-law, and son included. They all have to listen to her. Anything that is no longer useful must be

People again was so happy that the real queen was now sitting on the throne. At her young age, people see her as one of the wicked queens who make rulings without mercy. They thought that she will follow her mother's good deeds and achievements but she's more a medusa in their eyes. She wouldn't listen to her senior adviser Walter. "You can't tell me what to do with the gem! It's time to eliminate small kingdoms by using it!" She told Walter in her brat manner.

She glanced at me in sideways before facing the Queen. " You are always welcome here, Darling. What help do you want now?" Lilith asked. She seemed happy by the entrance of Dorothy in hell. I never know she can visit hell at any time. " Everyone knows that I tricked my sister and tried to kill her daughter. But you always know what I need. I want to take the throne. I want to do something to get rid of my sister and her husband forever," Dorothy made a horrible wish. The Queen's face is like it's an acceptable wish but it isn't. It's about my parents.

Assuring them that there will be no conflict in the succession of the throne as the thing they are worried about will come to happen. The queen had always been regarded as an Unprecedented Queen and a Fearsome one. With her great wits and ruthless nature everyone bows at her decree. But no one could deny that she was a great queen by the end, pouring all her heart to the kingdom even when the credits were not given to her. Working by the shadows and letting her middlemen do the jobs without asking for any praise. With her ruthless aura and headstrong personality, no one had ever come and won against her. Her words are always final and no one can debate with her about it. Given her capricious

I argued. She let out a devilish laugh, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Useless! Absolutely useless! You couldn't even unlock the power that's been gifted to you for over ten years." She leaned closer, her voice a venomous whisper. "You are the witch Queen and you don't fucking deserve to be." The words hung heavy in the air, a bomb exploding in the quiet room. The Witch Queen? Witches were supposed to be a myth. They'd disappeared years ago, leaving only a handful of scattered covens, their powers weak and dwindling. How could I, of all people…

It’s an illusion cast by Silas’s witch line. It was a well-known fact among the northern territories that the Ironwood Pack’s royal bloodline had spent generations mingling with the dark covens of the eastern marshes. Silas’s own mother had been a powerful seer, and the pack’s enforcers were notorious for using hexed silver and blood-charms to tracking their prey. What if Silas had found a way to forge a false mate bond? What if Victoria wasn't just a physical spy, but a living, breathing curse designed to bind his wolf, dismantle his defenses, and force him to his knees through magical manipulation?

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.