The Rose Queen Novels & Stories

- Please, don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded. - Did you know that this is a crime? You would take a rose without asking anyone, you would have your hand ripped off. Besides, this rose isn't valuable to sell because it's plain compared to the other ones full of color. - I said, to observe her reaction. - I thought you would not mind taking a single rose, besides that this rose is not simple, it is a demonstration of strength by remaining beautiful and pure, that is the meaning of the color white purity. Besides, I am not a thief. If you haven't noticed, I'm a queen, I don't need to steal, because I have plenty to spare. - she said, angry at being called a thief. - I am a queen, marrie

Rose swiftly dodged the punch and sent a quick sidekick to Sheila. "I am a princess; I don't need any alpha to rule over people. I was born to rule. And about the mate thing, I am happy with any mate the moon goddess will give me. Rank doesn't matter to me." Rose said and kneeled Sheila but Sheila was also good in a fight she quickly prevented it with her hand. "I couldn't wait to see who your destine mate will be," Sheila said and surrendered to Rose. "I am only sixteen so you have to wait for two more years," Rose said and they both started giggling. Soon they were back to their fighting practice.

It was better than telling her I was the woman her evil daughter wanted dead. “Just a woman running from wolves. And this is my daughter, Roses.” The Queen’s eyes lingered on Roses, then flicked back to me. Her pupils narrowed, her chest rose with a breath too deep for calm. She reached out as if to touch Roses, then pulled back her hand at the last moment. “The goddess,” she whispered, barely audible. “She returns what was stolen.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. My knees nearly buckled. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, clutching Roses tighter.

He remembered all too well their exchange. “Rose is not Naomi,” she told him in a kind motherly tone of voice. And as he looked at her expectantly, a little bit of a frown marring his face, she went on, “If you want to keep her by your side, you’ll have to do more than just flip and fuck her.” “What are you suggesting?” He had then asked. “A queen needs to feel cherished,” she said as she rose to her feet. “It doesn’t have to be roses and great confessions of love. You just need to show that you care, if only through subtle hints.”

But seeing him stared down at me that way, broke every inch of my soul. Five months ago after the death of King Alpha Lev, the man who murdered my parents and put me in his harem, Troy became the new Alpha king and he destroyed the harem and I and the rest of the women were set free. Despite knowing I was an abomination, Troy treated me nicely and we made love several times. But when I finally mated with him and the Elders protested; how dare a Lyge—a wolf from a generation of humans turned wolf—become Queen Luna. I was surprised when he sided with them.

The only person that received my undivided attention and affection was my little sister, Vera. A soft groan filled my ears causing me to look down at the woman asleep in my arms. Her hair was scattered over her face and her plump lips were pulled in an adorable pout. This woman was not who I expected as my wife. I expected that I'd be given a submissive woman who knew her place. But instead, Rose decided that she would be far from being submissive and give me a hell of a bumpy ride. She snuggled closer to me and I brushed away the strands from her face. She had a birthmark on the tip of her nose. But was tiny though but nonetheless beautiful.

The Queen clenches her thighs to keep her hunger under control while she continues to kiss the blonde. She kisses her way down the blonde’s neck, deeping into her chest and kissing her cleavage. Mei hisses in pleasure, her head extending backwards while her eyes shuts close to enjoy the feel of the Queen’s lips on her flesh. Yuelan reaches behind her to unzip the blonde’s gown, movin down her arms and down her waist, exposing her upper body, and revealing her small pert breast. The young Queen eyes the blonde’s hardened nipples hungrily before taking one with her lips. She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain.

I climbed up my blankets and set the laptop on the bed. I laid on my side and turned on the movie. Halfway through the romance movie I fell asleep too I began to have a dream. *I was standing in a room I had never been in, I looked around when I noticed a mirror. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, I was wearing a beautiful white dress. I look at the dress more closely, it's a wedding dress. I see a veil on my head and a weird look ring on my left ring finger. As I stood there confused at the outfit I was wearing I heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door I was just staring a few minutes ago, I waited before I could move the door busts up and in come Tate and Skye.

She nods, “You’re welcome, My Queen.” Celine leans into Rosie, wrapping an arm around her, “I’m not your Queen. You’re not a wolf.” Rosie looks up at her almost incredulous, “I live on your lands; I work for you. You are My Queen, Celine. You might not be my Luna, but you are My Queen.” Celine sniffs and nods. She looks down at the stick in her hands, it was negative. Celine lets out a deep breath, and nods. “Are you happy, or disappointed?” Celine shakes her head,

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.