The Queen Of Wishful Thinking Novels & Stories

The mere thought of Roberrick, the dashing young man who had captured not only her attention but the imaginations of the entire kingdom, sent a flurry of emotions through her. Selena's mind painted vivid scenes of a life she hoped to create beside him. As queen, she imagined herself standing by his side, leading their people with grace and compassion. She pictured herself making decisions that would shape the kingdom for the better, working tirelessly to ensure the prosperity and happiness of its citizens.

The appearance of the true queen is her nightmare and she would do anything to prevent her from ever entering the palace and taking her rightful place beside the king. Since there was no sign of the true queen for so many years she relented a little bit but her delusional habit was fueled with the thought of her being the true queen. She was the only consort who bore a child for the king, who could stop her from bearing a son. All the logic and every rule and tradition of Nayak, the principle of Goddess Natalí, and the Assignment of deity Nati flew out of her sense of reasoning without a word. And she started visiting monks, shamans, or any fertility doctor who could make sure she gave birth

To have a family with these four incredible men I love. "What did you wish for, love?" Noah asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. I opened my eyes and smiled mysteriously. "You know I can't tell you that. It won't come true." Theo chuckled, the rumble vibrating against my back. "As if you need wishes, Ava. You're the most powerful Alpha Queen our kind has ever seen." His words warmed me, but a pang of doubt lingered. There are some things even my power can't overcome.

“So what about your lives? Who do you ask for blessings?” “The Queen. We leave all our worries and trust the Queen in our lives.” It is scary how the queen knows and controls everything here…so much that she might have even some cameras placed or spells to hear our conversation. I have to keep track of my words then… And the witches here seemed to have been hidden with a lot of things. More like… blinded by truth…if there is any that is need to be uncovered….The queen made sure her subordinates praised her like a god….

The smugness in her voice was hard to miss. That created an uproar. “How can the legendary founder of L&L Design be a servant?” “She said she was in Kings High. How can a servant be qualified to study in Kings High?” “Who is this woman spewing nonsense?” “She looks like a cheap woman, while Mrs. Liliana exudes the aura of nobility. One should at least make a believable lie.” “Yeah, she is a jealous bitch spewing nonsense.” “Oh, that’s Lydia Aprice. She has been trying to bang President Smith for years already. The Aprices sure are shameless.”

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.

Questions remained unanswered. Across Valdoria, few remembered Lana Marcone as she truly was. They remembered only the story that endured. The Queen who betrayed her King.

While someone in this very palace was dosing the Dowager with wolfsbane. My blood ran cold. Her Majesty’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “I can grant you one wish,” she said softly. “Tell me what you desire, little one.” The entire ballroom waited. My heart slammed against my ribs. One wish. From the Dowager Queen Mother herself. And every instinct screamed the same answer. But I forced myself to breathe. To think. Because the wrong wish could end everything. And the right one… might just burn the whole court to the ground.

And if he was hungry, she would feed him with her home cook meal –– well, what was left of it anyway. He also found her kind personality irresistible. Like the one time he saw her making her way and giving her all in helping a student who was lost. Also, knowing that she was in the health committee, the newspaper club that solely focus writing about advocates and rights, and other organizations that concentrated helping human beings, made him think that she would be a good Queen in the future. A Queen he very much like to be by his side.

"Start over with what?" "Building your own kingdom," Victoria said, turning to me, a fire of ambition in her eyes. "One that doesn't depend on any man, that isn't controlled by anyone. A kingdom that only you can destroy." I looked at this powerful woman—my mother—and suddenly, I understood. Maybe we were both fools once. But the age of fools was over. It was our turn to be queens.