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Their eyes scrutinized me, curious, calculating, or weighing the strength of the Lunaris Pack. I wore a gown that marked me as the heiress. Even with my mother absent, I handled each greeting with grace. After all, if I was going to inherit the Lunaris Pack, I had to be able to navigate the delicate politics of the powerful on my own. Halfway through the banquet, I assumed everyone who was coming had arrived. I relaxed slightly, thinking about stepping aside to rest for a moment. Then, a subtle commotion erupted near the entrance. The once-bustling hall fell noticeably quieter.

He just wanted to see her from afar—to make sure she was alive, that she was doing okay. Finally, he saw a familiar figure. Chloe was walking slowly through the hospital garden, holding onto Cedric's arm for support. She wore a light blue hospital gown, her hair longer now, brushing gently against her shoulders. She was still thin, but her complexion had improved. Most of all, she was smiling. "Chloe…" he murmured her name under his breath.

I glanced at the moon, slowly counting down to the special day. The throne room was nearly empty, the sound of old Agatha coughing through the walls. Old hag. My eyes locked on Rose, she had a beautiful red gown on, her lips painted red like blood. I didn't care that she was uncomfortable in the outfit, I needed all my servants to look sexy. She bowed before me and locked her gaze on mine, Lola growled but I knew how to tame her savage wolf. “The fairy Queen is revived, her wounds healed and sealed. We have locked her in the dungeon where your sister, Samantha is.” Rose said, her voice was firm and emotionless.

“You’ve got vampires circling you. Skinwalkers hunting you. The Queen’s people are sniffing around. Somehow you’ve landed directly in the middle of all of it. Why?” A chill crept slowly down my spine; hearing it spoken out loud made it feel real in a way it hadn’t before. Lyon pushed off the wall. “You’ve fallen into the Queen’s orbit, Rose.” The room went still. “Why?”

Her eyes widen and her gaze is glued to Ingrid. “Q..queen? What do you mean? Queen of what?” She even contemplated whether she had heard Ingrid right. Ingrid smiled though a frown marred her forehead. “Queen of the Vampire’s Kingdom, Miss Rosaliyah. You’ll be a Makkari. The one and true queen of King Armand Makkari. Well, his highness is still a prince but in a couple of month, he will be king. How exciting is this?” Exciting? She could hardly breathe. She struggles to move to the edge of the bed and find her balance as she stands. Ingrid face turns into an ocean of concern as she moves closer to Rosa in fear of her falling.

Laura heard the opening and closing sound of the door and got that Rose is going out of the house where she goes often, releasing a deep sigh she heard the car sound and moved to her bed and Rose drove off her red Mercedes SUV to the nightclub ‘Demon’s Soul’. Rose is a charming, and a born beauty with no extra preparation, even with her most casual look attract everyone towards her, her height and figure, attractive sharp features make her prominent wherever she goes, then how is it not possible for her when she enters the club she wouldn’t get extra attention. She is a frequent customer of the Demon’s Soul night club, therefore many know her very well here and even know her temperament desp

August Something inside her was made of flowers yet her heart was made of gold, she had a rock n roll soul, her eyes were filled with the deepest secrets filled with moonlights and mystery, she was the finest arranged stardust. She was raised my the sun and watered my rain a hopeless lover and a dreamer who did bloom for the moon. "My queen , Alovia has been crowned queen, you must run now it is dangerous."

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

When the Queen finally entered the sitting room, she was surprised to see her ladies weaving flowers in each other’s hair. She also found her niece smiling and happily helping the ladies with their flower designs. She smiled knowing that she would be just fine and would not allow a threat to dampen her spirits. She walked into the sitting room. The ladies noticed her, stopped what they were doing and bowed. Several flowers fell onto the floor. “Please, continue what you were doing. What is all this?” she asked looking around at the ladies. “Lady Rosalina thought that we could all use a little cheer.” Lady Lucilla answered picking up the fallen flowers. “Oh, she did?” Rosette questioned looki

He ignored the queen's tears on his arm. "Aris, I feel sorry for you. Turn back time. Take back my son. He's in so much pain. He can't take it anymore." Supplication of the dear queen. I just went to the marble floor of the palace. My grip on the black rose tightened. Even I want to turn back time. Where there were no tears in Rose's eyes. But just full of joy and delight.