The Queen's Justice Novels & Stories

Eden growled, "there is no room for personal vendettas here. We'll listen to the stories, look at evidence, and make a fair decision. Can you do that?" "You're questioning our Queen?" demanded Lord Janus. Chione held up a hand to quiet her noble. "King Eden is right, Janus. This criminal will receive fair treatment even though she's incapable of giving it." Eden sighed and returned his attention to Violet and Florian. "The Queen will speak her side first, then you may speak. Neither can interrupt the other. Is that clear?" "Yes, my king," Violet replied.

“Framed? Are you a painting that I need to frame you? The orb of justice doesn’t lie. If you want mercy, sign this confession or else I will let the public decide for you. Clearly, every minister here is dirty and compromised. I don’t even want to let this matter sit with the Ministry of Justice like lead.” “How dare you accuse us and play tricks with the public? You are being unjust. We demand a trial in accordance with the law.” “Isn’t that what you denied the former Queen when she was executed for treason? Isn’t your crime worse than hers? How is it any different?” Sebastian asked, his warm and comforting palms rubbing over my exposed mid riff. “My Queen, you are an omega. Is it a crime t

she stood up and continued, "this man's life depends on him. Should he answer my questions properly, perhaps I could let him go. But if he fails, I shall execute him right here today." She sauntered towards Jake and stopped just two metres to him. "You good for nothing fool, do you admit that you entered the Princess room and tried to violate her?" 'What? Violate her?' Jake couldn't believe his ears. 'Did she mean that I had raped the Princess?' "What do you mean vio-" "Shut up!" The Queen Mother raised her voice in dissatisfaction and anger. "You answer only with a 'yes' or 'no' got it?" The guards jerked Jake up aggressively when they noticed the Queen Mother's rage.

Did he really believes her to be such a dim-wit woman, that she would blush and smile at the fake charm of a murderer? Well then, the prince was in for a very big surprise. because she was going to play the delightful wife until the very end of this game. A game that was going to occupy the major part of the upcoming year. *** MANITEEK ----------------- "Your highness, I want justice!" The tear stained cheek and red eyes of the queen along with her spine chilling declaration, did nothing but to bring a sigh out of the king who stood unmoved at the entrance of the door, where the victim foreign princess lay drowsed under the effects of sedative.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

The evidence seemed compelling, and the accusers were adamant. In the kingdom's grand courtroom, with its towering pillars and ornate decorations, the trial of Lord Aric unfolded. Roberick, the embodiment of fairness and wisdom, would preside as the chief magistrate, while Cynthia, representing the compassionate heart of the kingdom, would ensure that justice was delivered with empathy.

Her tight walls couldn’t help but suck on his cock, yet they were forced open wider and penetrated deeper with every thrust. “Ah… too fast… too fast…” She felt her flower being penetrated again and again, torn open time and time again, thrust against time and time again; her soft, sensitive flesh was mercilessly squeezed and lashed by the scorching shaft. Pleasure accumulated exponentially, coalescing into an ocean of desire that swept over her entire body. Victor’s hips thrust wildly, forcing the young woman’s legs even wider apart so his cock could be swallowed deeper—sinking in all the way, then pulling out completely, pounding her with wide, forceful strokes.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"