The Queen Of Wishful Thinking Novels & Stories

“Celeste—” “I could have been a queen,” she said, and the flatness was gone, the real thing underneath it fully present now — the grief of it, the specific grief of someone who had wanted something genuine and had been handed the tools of destruction and had mistaken destruction for a path. “Not Derek’s Luna. A queen. Royal power in a witch’s body — do you understand what that would mean? What I could have done?” “What your mother told you you could do,” I said.

"She's smart. Smarter than her daddy ever was. She caught me reaching, right on the money, right on how you know, and she called it a script to my face. I don't know that she bought a word." "She doesn't have to buy it." A pause, and I could hear him smiling, and it made me cold to the bones. "She only has to doubt it. Doubt is enough. Doubt is all I ever needed. Doubt puts a wall between the girl and the king, and a wall is the whole of my ambition just now. A woman who doubts her man goes looking for proof, and the proof, Ms. Brooks, is in a box she hasn't opened yet, and the day she opens it she does my work for me, whichever way it falls." The smile again, audible. "You did fine. Keep th

We rarely experience it's harmony parts as all we do, is nag, quarrel and argue. It's either I am fuming about his recklessness, irresponsibility, and creepy habits, or he is whining about how I've been avoiding to lay with him, how much of a problematic girlfriend I've been, my insensitivity to his mental health and all sort of gibberish. Anywho, I am an upcoming commercial model, the kind of girls you see in your extensive bill boards and online ads. One of those mega queens paparazzi parade at public events. I have a medium clothing line in my name, and my modeling career is growing gradually at it's own pace. Many like to think I'm stagnant and not progressing but it's never like I care.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

She knew it was the end if he left the table now and stood up abruptly. “Sire… I’m no fool that I would hope for an unrequited love from a man who already has a woman in heart.” She blurted out what came to her mind. She wished to be the Queen. A role she had prepared her whole life for and she just couldn’t let it slip because of an insignificant affair or fleeting feelings, hers or his. Interested, Ambrose sat back down, “Is that so?”

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

"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.

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

"She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion." "And she has this objective that the Queen's essence mustn’t get united again," Val declared, earning a gasp from Esther. We all looked at her in confusion but then she zoned out for a minute before she pulled herself in the reality again. "If that's true, then maybe she's the conspirator of all of these. If she doesn't want the Essence to be merged again then all she have to do is to stir a war repeatedly in order for that not to happen. And maybe she's also the one who encourage this taboo and rules between the pack to preven

Not again no! ~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~ So here's chapter one of Queens Dynasty. What do y'all think? Its not edited BTW so forgive my errors.