The Queen They Buried Mga Nobela at Kwento

everyone was out of their hiding spot just watching. The body of Sofia was carried away and prepared for burial. Elder Fern hesitantly walks up to the king and Queen, not liking any bit of it. “She can't be buried here” he stated. “We can't have been buried here when she has cured our king and done so much to see to the downfall of this kingdom. we did not acknowledge her alive and we shall not in death. her body shall be carried out of the kingdom and dumped. creatures of the wild will feast on her remains, not one of you shall show her any kindness for she did not when she was alive” Seranda could only listen and watch the guards and Omegas make the necessary preparations.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

"Faking your own death is one thing, but you could've at least left your sister's body behind. At least then Jon Cole would've given up." "He's practically gone insane searching for her everywhere. It's honestly pitiful to watch." Candice lounged lazily against the sofa, her expression unreadable. "I was afraid Austin Ryles would be too upset, so I had my sister's body cremated right away. If Jon wants to keep searching, let him." "After what his family did to force me into submission back then, this is the least they deserve. Think of it as payback." Bitterness flashed through her eyes.

"No wonder Linda couldn't hold back. With a daughter like you spouting nonsense all the time, that old woman totally deserved that beating.” "My real mom is flying back from overseas soon. I'm busy planning a top-tier surprise party and a welcome banquet for her. I don't have time for your ridiculous drama." With that, he hung up. On the way to the airport, I scrolled through Nash's social media. There was only one line, written like he thought it was deeply emotional: "The queen is finally returning to her palace. I finally get to show what a devoted son I am." Expressionless, I tapped the like button.

"I'll leave it to you to handle." "Mr. Hudson, I'm talking about billions of dollars in projects… The company will go under. If that happens, how will you give Mrs. and Ms. Hudson a comfortable life?" That triggered a reaction from James. He gazed up at Oliver and asked, "Have you found them?" "I'm sure they'll come back," Oliver said, feeling a little guilty. He had been trying to track them down, but he still couldn't find out anything. When Naomi and Celeste left, they had purchased multiple flight tickets to various destinations. Hence, it was impossible to find out which flight they had actually taken.

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

Nothing in this world will ever take me from you. I stared at it, and then I remembered. What are you burning? Just some old things. Things I don’t need anymore. Not old things. Us. The letters I wrote her. The cards. The things she had kept from the beginning. “She burned them,” I said. Marco stepped closer. “Burned what?” “Our things.” My throat tightened. “She wasn’t burning trash. She was burning us.” I got to my feet and started going through everything. Drawers. Cabinets. Shelves. Luggage storage. The dressing table. The desk.

"My children don't drink with me, doctor. Usually, after the ambush and they succeeded to burn the rogue vampires' nest, they would celebrate the victory because it was a tradition in their human lives and the humans in the police station would also join them in a police bar. Then after that, they would arrange a new strategy or talk about the possibility of a new nest occupied by rogue vampires. When they're done arranging the strategy of an ambush, they'd contact me because I'm their ultimate weapon in killing rogue vampires. I might not need to have my hands dirty because I'm the queen. But I was born a soldier, so I intended to keep it that way. I'm not the soft vampire queen, but I'm th

She swallowed as tears filled her eyes to the brim, waiting to be released. "Pick it up and make a six-foot grave for yourself. I'm not usually this nice" The Queen ordered impatiently. The guards drew their swords and she hastily picked up the spade. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she began digging her own grave.

On it stood a crystal sarcophagus, and within it—a woman. Or something that once had been. Long silver hair, skin like pale quartz, and runes carved into her closed eyelids. She was beautiful. And terrifying. “Elara,” Dain whispered, stepping closer. “That’s Queen Althea.” “The last Blood Queen,” Vesper added, his voice tight. “She vanished during the final war.” Kael’s hand went to his blade. “Why is she here? Buried like this?” Elara’s breath caught. “Because she’s not dead.”