The Queen Who Fight Back Novels & Stories

The silence in the church lasted for two seconds. Then, a harsh, mocking laughter erupted. Maria laughed the loudest. She looked at me like I was a joke, even wiping a fake tear from her eye. "War? Isabella, darling, with what army?" she sneered, jabbing a finger at me. "Stop humiliating yourself. You think this is your father's world? Without him, you're just a useless ornament, good for nothing but spending money!"

“What do you want to do?” Victor spoke domineeringly; beneath his cold exterior, his emotions had long been stirred into turmoil by the young woman. “I… I don’t know… I’m so hot…” She felt as if a fire were burning inside her; her whole body was scorching hot. She twisted restlessly, her hands frantically tugging at her thin clothes. “Help me…” Her slender hands hooked around the collar of her white blouse, feebly trying to undo it, but her dazed mind caused her pale fingers to tangle with the black buttons.

That is not what a Queen should be. ‘Are you insane, Excalibur? Do you fucking hear yourself right now? You’re calling her weak? Have you seen what that woman had gone through her entire life? Have you felt her pain, her struggles, and her torment every single day when she was being treated like shit by her own family? Constantly she was brought down and she almost d i e d, Excalibur. She almost died but she came back and kept fighting even if things didn’t make sense to her. I dragged her into this world because I needed her, not knowing the impact it was going to have on her, but she’s still here. She’s still fighting. She’s still choosing to get up every morning in a place where she only

Although the Queen tried to fight back, her strength was not comparable to the four stocky Warriors around her. “Queenie! Do you think you’ve won with all this? You ruined my life! My plans and my dreams! You even killed Prince Fabian, the man I love! Would you like a young woman like me to marry an old Darian King? I got married because I wanted to rule the Bright River kingdom. The Prince I found had the same plan. I’m willing to give him the throne of Bright River because I love Prince Fabian. But now, I have no more reason to be in this Kingdom. But my revenge is not over. You will experience life worse than death. You will pay dearly for everything!”

She yelled and knocked down everything that was on his table with her hands. She was breathing so hard. A spark of defiance remained in her eyes, a flame of determination that refused to be extinguished. She would not go down quietly. She would rage against Mia with everything she had done like she had done to the ones before Mia, and fight against everyone that would dare to rise up after Mia who sought to take away her crown and her position as Luna. She was the queen, and she would not be replaced, not while she was still breathing.

she hissed. “I don’t plan to,” I whispered back, leaning in until our foreheads nearly touched. “But you? You’re about to disappear.” Her jaw clenched, but I saw it—uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Even queens could bleed. “Take her,” I said, stepping back, arms folded, as my men moved forward. She fought, of course she did. Kicked, clawed, bit like a wolf trapped in a collapsing den. But even legends fall.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

" This conversation has quickly become awkward for me as I finally, realize how many women truly pant over Cesar and dream of being the diamond in his eye. I resort to saying nothing, just looking down to see my handiwork. The scarf is almost finished. Marudula stood up in front of me, " Don't say such things in front of Queen, Respect her as She is the chosen one. Stop thinking about what you haven't had instead think about what you have now and try to be happy for each other" A gust of cold wind blows in through the open the window next to us. We all shiver, resulting in Michelle jumping up and waddling over to shut it. "This winter wind is merciless," Arlena grumbles, rubbing her shoulder

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

She lifts her body to its full height, staring down her nose at me the best her smaller frame will allow. A snort moves past my lips as I cross my arms over my chest, relaxing my weight against one hip. “You were never a true Queen of the Witches.” I tell her, disdain dripping from my voice. “A true Queen would never turn her back on her subjects. And a real wife would never betray her husband.”