The Queen Of Wishful Thinking Novels & Stories

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

There’s something incredibly direct about his gaze, and it makes me feel a little strange. “So,” Quill glances toward the island we are approaching, and I follow his gaze to see a small harbor come into sight, “any idea what’s in there? I mean I know it’s supposed to be secluded, but this looks more like one of those prisons. You think they have an underwater prison where they’re going to cage us and then give us electric shocks to fix our brains? And that this whole camp thing is just a ruse?” I stare at him for a few seconds before managing to speak, “Aren’t you a bucket of sunshine?”

I asked as I read through an email about the next gathering of royal spouses. “Air-iss-uh,” Trick answered from where he leaned on the doorframe. He wore dark blue fitted dress pants with a white button shirt and a vest that matched his pants. His dark hair hung over his eyes, begging for me to brush it back. “That’s what I thought,” I said, looking at him over the top of my laptop screen. “And there’s no werewolf queen right?” “Not for the current king,” he confirmed. “Andreas just turned twenty-one, though, so I imagine it will be sometime soon.”

Hazel smiled, “Come on. I don’t think so. There are so many beautiful girls in the Kingdom. I don’t know what he saw in me.” “Hey. Don’t underestimate yourself. You are everything a man wants in his partner. You are not only beautiful but also kind, compassionate.” “Just look at you. Being a queen never stopped you from following your dreams, your ambitions. No queen in history started her own business but you also gave jobs to women and girls of the kingdom. You are working for young kids who became orphans at such young ages and you get their guardians checked often. You are not an ordinary person, Hazel”

She was trapped, watching herself kneel before the Queen. The real Mia stumbled, clutching at her head. “She’s trying to… replace me.” Damian grabbed her shoulders. “Fight it!” But it was more than possession. It was rewriting. The Queen’s hand reached down in the vision, brushing Mia’s cheek with terrible tenderness. “Day Three brings the fracture. Day Four brings the claim. Do you understand? You’re not resisting me—you’re becoming me.” “NO!” Mia roared, and the real clearing exploded.

She chuckled at her thoughts "I guess my brothers will start caring when I become the next queen of Avis" All she wants is to leave a happy comfortable life, not to hold some responsibility. She wants to travel, explore, and live somewhere no one will find her. As if her dad read her thoughts and wishes, he gave her nothing that was not far from her dream and that is becoming Prince George's wife.

I curiously asked her and sipped on my tea cup. She shrugged, the side of her lips raising. “Just nothing,” she said and sighed, looking at the hot tea liquid on her cup. “Or maybe I could not still like feel the responsibility about being the next head chief of the village. You know, I would like to make my father happy, especially my family.” “What is your dream?” “To become a queen!” “A queen?” I cackled. “Then marry a prince!” She shook her head indulgently. “No, that will be impossible. It seemed like Prince Ronald, the older prince, has already picked his ideal type of a queen.”

He can't articulate his thoughts, and his actions do not always embody his words. He joined her and faced the queen. He rested his head on the edge of the tub excavated for the pleasure of royalty. "You better explain to me what you were doing in the lake. You didn't go there to watch the moon, did you?" "W-well... the thing is... I've read a book about granting wishes," the queen replied with her eyes closed. "So, all of this inconvenience was made because of that book? Do you actually believe in book granting wishes? On top of all, you were hiding a book that mentioned magic?"

“Alright, calm down. I’m not going anywhere yet. There are still panties left to throw tonight if you’re good. I see that jar filling up already, so if you stick around for long enough to see me test this magic wand, I might just make your wish come true.” Winking at the camera, Queenie savoured the affection her chat showered her. Donations poured in, and the streamer laughed. That was more like it. With adequate motivation from them, it would be long before London had to worry about bills and rent.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************