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She entered the room showing she has the upper hand, which made men want to bow down to her feet. With every step she takes it echoes, and every smile she gives makes them electrified. She was a queen after all but only one man can tame her. Would he succeed or would he also fail like the men who are already under her feet? Laila I redirected my attention towards the dance floor where many men and women mingle with one another. A pristine man with a champagne glass in one hand and the other a microphone, "Can I have your attention for a minute?"

" Yes, We did!!!! " " So stand up for the champions For the champions stand up Stand up stand up For the champions for the champions Stand up for the champions For the champions stand up Stand up stand up For the champions for the champions Stand up " They all echoed the chorus as it was played. " We did it, Queen Stacy!!!! " Edward squealed as he embraced Stacy too. " Yes, we did!!! " She hugged him back. At the moment of happiness, no one cares whether you've been friends before or enemies as you are all considered as one at that moment.

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, their reluctance evident. The queen's gaze bore into them, her phone still in hand, her focus on reaching her son, Prince Elliot. “Your future princess commands your attention,” she stated with a regal firmness. The subtle blush that adorned Stacy's cheeks served as a testament to her newfound authority. Shoulders squared and chin raised, she attempted to project an intimidating air, embodying the role of a queen.

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Hana asked herself. "The exit is in here," the broom said. "Where is this?" Hana asked. The broom swayed slightly; it proudly said, "This is the queen's palace," "Which queen?" Hana asked again. "The Queen created this space. She's the one who designed everything here but don't worry; she's dead. There are only two security guards protecting the tomb for a long time. But to step foot in here, it's not easy?" The arrogant broom said.

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

But his primal aura trembles in the air like a storm trapped inside human skin. To the right, slightly lower yet no less majestic, Queen Nerissa sits with effortless grace. Her dark red gown spills around her like a river of blood. Her blonde hair is styled flawlessly, not a single strand daring to fall free. She is breathtaking. Untouchable. Her expression reveals nothing. A knight stands too close behind her to be mere formality. His tall shadow stretches over the queen’s throne, protective or possessive. The contrast in their positions strikes harder than the chains now fastened to the iron ring embedded in the ground at my feet.

‎ ‎I go back to my throne, standing authoritatively as I stare at them all. ‎“I was chosen as Queen not because I’m perfect,” I continue, “but because I am unbreakable. Anita can burn villages. Calistra can plot from the shadows. But I will not fall. This kingdom will not fall.” ‎I stare down at them, at their downcast eyes and I know, deep down, that this isn't over. They'll try to bring up this matter again. Not until Anita is gone. ‎

All of it. ⸻ MALRIK — She stood there like she had been carved for that stage. Not nervous. Not overwhelmed. Claiming. For the first time in my life, the world didn’t feel cold. It felt… inevitable. And when her gaze swept the room with that quiet, lethal steadiness I loved far more than I should— —I knew the whole underworld had just witnessed something they didn’t have a name for yet. A queen. Not because she was mine. Because she was herself. And if anyone touched her— I would paint the city red again. Happily.

Her gaze cut to the Twins, but her words carried to every corner of the chamber. “We are stronger together, not as pawns to ancient voices, but as one coven, one Crown. I will not spill your blood, though I could. I will not break you, though I have the power. I command you …stand aside. Lay down your fear. Lay down your false orders. Your Queen has returned.”