The Queen's Restraint Full Story Novels & Stories

She could sense a sudden agitation in the uncomfortable queen, who stood up from her chair with compulsion. Etheldreda moved closer to Azalea in a very quick motion, and held her throat so tightly to a backward force that pushed the poor lady against the wall. Azalea's eyes popped wide open at the action that the queen, was taking against her without uttering any further words. Her throat retched in pain and imminent asphyxiation, that would occur to her if the queen didn't let go of her soon. "Who are you? What are you?!" The queen demanded in rage, still not letting go of the maid who was just struggling helplessly for breath.

“We cannot leave the King out there in that state. He is vulnerable to hunters and rogue packs.” “You will do no such thing,” the Queen ordered, shaking her head. “Any men you send after him will just be seen as a threat.” “But Your Majesty, we have protocol for this exact situation,” a second soldier argued, stepping forward. “The restraints failed. We have to bring him back by force before he hurts someone in the outer packs.” “He will not go near the packs,” the Queen said, firmly. “He knows those woods better than anyone. He will slaughter your men if you corner him.”

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.

“It was amazing, Oly. I mean, I’ve been dreaming about Quai for years. His eyes, his hair, his sweet voice and demeanor. I have spent years thinking I’d have to let that go, and should let that go. I couldn’t figure out why I was stuck on this boy I met when I was young that I could never possibly have. And then here he is. Calling me his mate, telling me I’m beautiful, looking at me like he’s waited a lifetime for me because he has. Everything that is to come, makes me tremble in fear, thats the truth. Being Queen was the one part about my fantasies with him that I didn’t want. But I would do anything, to be with Quai for the rest of my life. Even if that means having to accept that I have

Is he finally giving up on the divorce? I watched his hand grab something, a rectangular-shaped ink pad. My action was too slow before his plan registered in my head. Carter grabbed my wrist hard, yanking me forward. He stretched my arms, placing the paper and ink pad at the table in front of him. “What are you doing?! Let me go, Carter! Let me go!” I struggled to get my hand back. I was behind him, my arm was being squeezed by his arm, while he forced my fingers open.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

Some were crackling with fairy magic at their fingertips, little sparks of power that could burn or freeze or do worse. And standing at the front of the group was an older fairy who could only be Fennick's father. He had the same green hair, but streaked with gray now. The same sharp features but harder, meaner. He wore expensive looking robes that marked him as someone important. Someone with power and money. The old witch bartender was standing between the fairy mob and her other customers, her wrinkled hands raised in a pleading gesture. "Please," she was saying, her voice shaking. "Please, you cannot do this here. This is neutral ground. If you cause trouble, if you draw attention, the Q

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

Abasha gladly began her explanation without hesitation. But she kicked me in my abdomen first. “My Queen.” She muttered. “Yesterday, when I got to the Palace and met the Prince, I noticed he was restraining himself a little bit from me but then I didn’t rush into conclusions. I took him to the common village and we took a stroll through, during which I noticed something else. Now, we know the Prince is the most stunning male in the Reigns— probably the most stunning man that has ever lived, and as a result, the females in the common village habitually swoon over him— and he likes this as he likes to tell me. But then, yesterday, he didn’t tolerate any advances towards him. He even snapped a