The Secret Queen Novels & Stories

she politely refuse Queen Luciana sit down and ask the maids around to go away so she could have a talk with her "You know you are the most reserved of us all...and I like you for that" "But because you are too reticent you don't know a lot of things" Queen Alina look confused and attentive, she thought she was brought here to be scold for her disrespectful behavior to the King "The Royal family have a big secret which can't be let out....but I'll tell you today, only few people know about this secret even Claire the great doesn't know" Queen Alina adjust herself on the rocky chair and try not to make a sound

War paint. I put on my boots. I grab my purse. I check for the burner phone. It is there. I walk to the door. I look back at the vent. The secret is safe. I open the door. I step out into the hallway. The Queen is going to dinner. And she is eating for two.

Ansel’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “You mean to tell me the Goddess Selene appeared to you?” I held his gaze. “Yes… she did.” Silence. “She told me many things,” I went on, my voice quieter. About the Queen. About the land. She said," The Queen is feeding off them… draining life from every corner of our world.” I didn’t tell them everything. Not the part about being her descendant. I didn’t understand it myself. That secret needed to stay buried—for now. Ansel’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “We are also aware of the Queen,” he said coldly, shifting his gaze to Rowan. “And Kelvin is with her.”

“I won’t even bother saying I’m disappointed. That would imply I expected better.” The King didn’t speak. “You know what happens if this goes public,” she said, voice like steel. “No one has to know,” he replied. “We can keep this within the family.” The room fell quiet. “Since today seems to be confession hour,” the Queen said, reaching for her drink, “I suppose I have something to share too.” Justine squinted. “You’ve got a secret child?” The Queen smirked. “I wish. Would’ve made this more poetic. No, it’s not a child. I’ve been seeing someone.”

“My queen. You have a spectre. You have used it on different occasions to do things that, well, might not have happened otherwise. Maybe…” “That is interesting,” the queen said with interest, her face scrunching up in concentration like she was trying to remember the sceptre. “You are right, maybe it can help. But we do not have it here with us, so that is out of it.” “Actually, I managed to seal it away in your family’s secret passage, my queen.”

The man she had spent months, years grooming herself for, to be his match, his crown jewel, the wife who could tame the beast, polish the monster into something beautiful in the eyes of the world. And all this time, while she schemed and smiled and learned to laugh at his cold jokes, he’d had ‘her’. His secret. His hidden plaything tucked behind a door so old and hidden it might as well have been a dungeon. A doll he could wind up whenever the need to be a man clawed at his spine. Queen lurched forward suddenly, elbows on her knees, fingers digging into her scalp. She wanted to scream. She wanted to laugh until her lungs turned inside out. She wanted to claw his name off her tongue like it w

“ Even though she’s lucky to be the chosen one, I think king Ace will never risk himself again just because of a mere human. He already experienced it when the first queen died because of being unable to give him a child after the seventh eclipse. “ He gulped two times then continued to walk. He must not be bothered by others business. He walked towards a secret door near a huge painting. Only him and Red can get here and nothing else. Well, except to his new queen, no one can enter the secret room. He was only wearing a black shirt paired with a black pants. A simple clothing for a king was requested by the past queen, queen Claire.

At her words, I swiftly snatched Elena's phone, scrutinizing the entire article, stopping at my sister's full name. It all started when Anastacia, once engaged to Ares Constantine, discovered her sister Agatha's secret relationship with her former fiancé. This betrayal prompted Anastacia to seek revenge alongside her ex's stepbrother, Hector Apollo Aragon. They were spotted together in a bar. See photos below.

It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist. Clarissa owned the antique shop next door. She always came across as cultured and gentle, the kind of person who carried herself with quiet elegance. Surely, she wouldn't actually do anything too far with what she thought was a product, right? That was what I kept telling myself. Just endure it. As long as she didn't figure it out. "This thing feels incredibly real," Clarissa murmured. "Where did Helen even get it? I'm definitely asking her about it later. I want one, too."

She said, turning only for her to freeze. The audacity of the woman! Atrocious. Did she know who she was talking to? She might have been my wife but she needed to know her place. I groaned in my head, my eyes deadly on her only to snap as she rushed to take the remote, turning off the television but it was too late. I already knew her little secret. An idea popped up, thinking of using it against her so she could get out of my life. I snatched the remote, turning the television back on, the connection still intact, displaying what she was working on.