The Secret Queen Novels & Stories

“She’s a key. A key to something much bigger than you can imagine.” Christopher leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Now you’ve really got me interested. Come on, don’t keep me in the dark. What’s the play here?” I considered my words carefully. Christopher was good at what he did, but his curiosity often got the better of him. Still, he needed to know enough to do his part. “She’s connected to something valuable. Something the Johnsons have been hiding for years. If we can get close to her, we can expose the truth. But it has to be done right…no mistakes, no loose ends.”

I hooked my chin towards the High Queen who was glowering weakly at my direction, silent but still maintaining the remaining iota of grace she could keep. “What’s with all this? You wrote a rather heartfelt letter to me. Didn’t peg you for the badass type.” She chuckled at my comment. “Ah, that was me being dramatic. I just wanted to know where this woman kept her secret husband for so long.” “He is not my husband!” the Queen snapped feebly.

"I'm not telling you anything!" "Oh but you will" I said and gazed into her eyes with my eyes growing brighter. She struggled to look away but I had a firm grip on her mind. Soon, she had a dazed look in her eyes. "The silver queen has a secret" she slurred. "What secret?" I asked."Her weakness"Luke exhaled sharply. "Fire?"

She said. "Is there anything I can get for you?" Lillian asked her visitor. "No thanks, I came here to see you. My husband did not even know I am not in the palace." Queen Rosa said and Lillian sat down beside her. "You came here to see me? Hope all is well?" Lillian demanded with worry. "I won't lie to you, all is not well. I have been keeping a huge secret from you, the entire Supernaturals and even my husband." Queen Rosa began. "I don't know if I can be forgiven if the secret is told."

Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her.

It was taken from the seven seas of Pharaoh in the reign of her great grandmother, and it has been used since in those years. Queen Sekina spoke some words, and then the water in the pot changed just like a screen. There she saw who Lucy her maid was. Queen Sekina saw that Lucy was a princess and a daughter to her great enemy against her land. She was stunned but needed to find out where the girl had hidden. She shouldn't be afar since she hadn't left the kingdom yet. She needed to act fast, she thought deeply.

However, that face was something he couldn't be more familiar with. I gave a slight nod, following my father as we walked toward the meeting room. From beginning to end, I didn't cast a single glance at Harrison. It was only after my departing figure vanished from his line of sight that Harrison snapped back to his senses, grabbing a colleague beside him with a sudden jerk. "She... How could she be here?" The colleague looked bewildered. "You didn't know? That lady is the eldest daughter of the Olsen family and also the capo of East Port. The entire East Port Pier is under her responsibility."

The others are not. If you are pursuing on finding out what became of her well this is the clue. In Milan, where flowers bloom beside a cup, There’s a little café where coffee wakes you up. Its name sounds floral, its tables smell sweet, But one painted bouquet there refuses to be beat. The flowers look furious, their petals full of rage, As if they’re glaring angrily right off the page. They won’t say a word, yet somehow you know They’re the angriest blossoms you’ll ever see grow. What café am I, and what painting am I looking for? Good luck lil sis. Love always and forever Stormie Mae

“Then who was the First Queen?” Caelan looked at Selene. And the answer destroyed the room. “She was Selene.” Silence. Selene stopped breathing. Julian shook his head. “No.” Caelan continued. “The First Queen was not born thousands of years ago.” He pointed toward the stone mirror. “She was born again.” The mirror shattered. Behind the broken glass was a hidden chamber. Inside sat a small wooden cradle. Ancient. Untouched. And carved into its side were nine words:

I couldn't hold back anymore. I know I should tell her about my past and my shit secret, but right now... I was going for a swim with the most attractive woman I had ever seen... the same one that my heart had a weakness for. I was craving her full pink lips, I wanted to taste her skin again and to smell her hair, while I buried myself in her body.