Romans & histoires The Secret Queen

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

He finished checking all the processes and finally went to the name of the company. He looked at the unfamiliar name. Kings company. The Ceo is Karl King. He switched on his computer and began to g****e search all the information he could obtain about the company but soon shut his system out of boredom when he didn't find anything interesting. He looked up and was surprised to see that the secretary is still standing right where he left her. He looked at her confused. “What are you still doing there? Don't you have work to do?” he asked. The lady smiled seeing that he finally noticed her. She swayed her body as she walked toward him.

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe

Removing access logs. Erasing every sign she had ever been there. Until Nothing remained. No entry. No signature. No proof. She stepped back. The panel returned to its default screen. Untouched. Unchanged. Like nothing had happened. But as she turned to leave A faint line of code flickered at the bottom of the system log. Too fast for most to notice. Too subtle to track. A single mark. «Q» Then it vanished. Miles away, inside a secured server within Cross Empire—

“There’s one traitor in this room today, and that traitor is not Amelia.” The mumbling rises even further among the elders. I push back, rounding the table in slow strides. “Elder Simion, why did you keep your second daughter a secret from the pack?” “What?” the other elders ask in unison, their heads turning to Simion. “He has another daughter?” Simion snarls at me. “Don’t taint my name just so you can save this⁠—”

Queen took out her gun and placed it by her father's side, close to his hand, saying, "I know that there are officers outside guarding this door, but you can never tell who would be working for Christopher. This is to protect you just in case anyone tries something funny." He laughed, "That's nice, good thinking, Queen." After speaking, Queen got up and walked out of the room. As she got outside the hospital, she noticed Shawn at the far end, with a few officers discussing. She quietly walked and secretly left through the back. Afterward, she took a cab back to Shawn's mansion. At this time, however, Shawn had no idea what was going on. Queen took one of his laptops and fixed the flash drive

Not knocking anymore, Tori just entered the Information Guild's secret base like it was hers to begin with. Unlike the previous visitation Tori did in this Turvy, the people were now back and were enjoying their drinks and foods like what she remembered when she came here for the first time. Lady M was also waiting for her at the counter. "She just arrived too. Let's go." Tori followed Lady M as the latter led her towards the secret passage to the room where the queen was waiting. "I don't know what you're planning, but the queen is not like what everyone knows," Lady M warned her.

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.