The Queen's Gambit Novels & Stories

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

A soft humming can be heard vaguely from inside, slowly but surely growing closer. The world seems to freeze for a second as I lay my eyes on her. Her 5’7 frame appears from the doorway carrying a laundry basket full of clothes and she ends up using her voluptuous hips to open the door wider for her to pass through. Her chocolate brown hair is tumbling down in loose, wild curls to the end of her back where her perfectly round ass takes over. The green in her hazel eyes seem to sparkle as she’s humming some song happily to herself.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

“Our empire is waiting for you. You need to rule our people and prove your worth as our daughter. I already had enough of you tainting our names. I don't want you to live in this kind of place anymore.” I had goosebumps hearing how controlling she sounded on end at her cold and dangerous speech. The coldness is still there, it actually never left. The name Queen Lady Santiago stands for coldness. And me being her daughter doesn’t excuse me for being treated as if I am her possession and not a child she reared for twenty years. Not even when I lost my child made her change one bit. She made no room for me to grieve because she immediately sent me to her office to train me.

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

“I already know exactly what you’re capable of, Francesca. Drugging a man. Forging documents. Staging scenes like a cheap actress. All because you couldn’t accept that he never wanted you the way he wanted me.” "Shut up Alessia! Shut it!." "Why should I? Where did the queen of manipulation go? Thinking of how to manipulate the situation right now, right." Her eyes blazed with pure hatred. “You think this changes anything? You think exposing me here makes you win? Salvatore will never be yours. He belongs to me. He always has.”

She thinks she is cashing out her birthright. "Graziella," I whisper. The name tastes like poison. She played me. She played all of us. She didn't come back for me. She didn't come back for Ciro. She didn't come back for the family. She came back for the money. She sat at my table, ate my food, slept in my bed, and plotted to rob me blind. She used the "Queen" act to get close enough to stick the knife in. For your child.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

, Alex said sounding so worried. I went to my coffee machine and poured a desirable amount, taking my time. Added some milk and some whipped cream. "So what do you think I am?", I asked. "When we did some questioning and investigations we found out that you're not just a normal regular lady Blu, they told us you're the Queen of Mafia", Alex finished up I shrugged, "Well then maybe that's who I am ". They all looked so confused. "H.. how?", Jerry asked. "I mean you've been in America being a career woman , how?", Tobi asked.