The Stand In Queen Novels & Stories

her eyes dart to where the people are standing behind me, "she's the gorgeous blonde standing up there." I step to the side, a breeze flows past us and her black curls bounce around her as she looks directly at the people standing at the top of the steps. Several things happen at the exact same time, gasps ring out, a screach and a loud growl, as the Royal Beta takes his place next to his Queen.

he asked. "I like all of them," she cooed, beaming. Andrew smiled indulgently and passed a black card to the sales associate. "We'll take everything she picked." The associate took the card with a bright grin and went to ring it up. I stood right in front of Andrew, but he still didn't recognize me. His gaze landed on me, distant and cold. When he spoke, his tone was pure contempt. "Who are you? Stop blocking the mirror. You're in the way. We're trying to check the fit."

Didn't do anything wrong, indeed. "Don't get me wrong, Daniel," she retorted, "I'm not here to argue nor say something about anything to anyone." With a domineering face, chin jutting out, she glanced at the trembling girl, who was cowering behind Daniel. "Queens don't compete with hoes." Her cold lilac eyes then stared at the man, who she thought was different.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

Annalise POV His lips still felt warm on mine when a familiar voice cut through the bonfire like a cold knife. “You just can’t stay away from trouble, can you?” I froze.. My stomach dropped instantly. Alaric stiffened next to me, and slowly, almost reluctantly, we both turned to face.. The Queen. Of course it was her. Who else would have had the perfect timing to catch me halfway lost after her son’s kiss? She stood there, draped in authority like it was woven into her skin, her guards stationed behind her like shadows.

"You stood up to Noxius and you’re alive! That has never happened before. I mean, NEVER!" She punctuated the word by practically screaming it. "I think he... I don't know, maybe he got a phone call?" my voice trembling with the sheer relief of being alive. “you don't understand," a clear, melodic voice rang out from the doorway. A stream of guards poured back into the room, and in their center was the Queen. She moved toward me, her wide eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Everyone is afraid of him," she said, her voice dropping as she drew closer. "He kills everyone who stands in his path. When he arrives you vanish as quickly as possible." She stopped right in front of

I said. "Good." His eyes moved to the woman. She read the look and left immediately. He put his hands on my bare shoulders. His palms were rough. "You're the Sovereign Bride tonight," he said. "You don't flinch at cameras. You don't look at the floor. You let them look at you and you let them understand what it costs to touch you." I watched his hands on my shoulders in the mirror. "And if someone touches me anyway?" I said.

"Kyle, I heard Emily spoils that stand-in rotten. Mansions, luxury cars—she lets him smash and burn them for fun." "Those are things worth millions. Our families can't even afford to buy them." "Yeah, and he's just a stand-in. If you went back, Emily would worship the ground you walk on. She might even give you shares in the Kelley Group."

Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears, fury, and—Moon help me—defiance. “Are you alright?” I ask, my hands everywhere, checking her, grounding myself, needing to feel her breathe. She blinks up at me, then huffs. “I told him not to touch me. Men never listen.” I almost laugh. Almost. A soft, broken whisper cuts through the chaos. Quiet. Devastated. “Ravelle…” Every muscle in my body locks. The Queen is standing. Her eyes—those same eyes—are filled with tears. Every head turns to her.

The queen grinned “I want you to do something very simple in exchange of securing your life and his, trust me no one would ever hear of this abomination you have committed but if only you do my biddings and do it very well.” Leonna gasped, what exactly did the queen want a girl like her to do for her that was actually worth her life and that of Terry, she swallowed hard fixing her stare on the queen while she kept wondering, she sighed “what… what may that be my queen?” The queen had w*lked into the room previously with a bottle of wine and glass cup which w* sitting on the table, she smiled at Leonna “you should stand girl and come have a drink” she said.