The Stand In Queen Novels & Stories

She nods slowly and makes to get off my thighs I let my hands falls to my sides when she gets up and stands on her feet. She perches her hips on the edge of the table. I probably shouldn’t pay attention to how damn good she looked like that. Almost better than the sight of her being seated in my chair. While watching her take command was sexy as hell. Nothing beats seeing her like this. Standing over me. There was something undeniably erotic about it. And my straining cocks thinks the same. “I want your hands tied,”

Head Alpha Kendrick orders, standing up from the golden seat where reigning Luna Queen is seated close to, her throne is coated with silver. I turn to my mate, and our eyes glue together. —----------------

"The first and the most difficult step is rage, you needed to get out all the bad inside you so you can have room for the next step which is betrayal. You must betray one of your loved ones so you show that you will be capable of anything for your kingdom as its ruler. And the last step is having sex with your enemy and making him or her your submissive bitch. That will show your real strength. Once all steps will be complete, you will be able to remove your crown and I will know that you are ready and worthy of being the Queen of our kingdom." Anna listened carefully to every word I said and told me that she is ready to go through everything. I tell her that I am proud of her and that I wil

She said and just strolled away without saying anything else. I gazed at her as she went and tried not to dwell on her words. I had so many things to worry about right now and I didn’t want to add the Ivanka hazard to it. “I don’t care what you do. I don’t care if I have to lose a hundred warriors before I restrain you but the slavegirl dies today!” The Queen bawled and the loudness of her voice called my attention back to them. I tensed. She was standing on the higher grounds where the throne and chairs were placed and she was glaring down at Prince Landon who was standing a short distance away, doing the same. Warriors were all around us, surrounding the parameter in case physical forces n

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

This was an Alpha King who had been betrayed by his own, and he was ready to excise the rot. Rebel joined him a heartbeat later, and a collective gasp rippled through the court despite everyone’s best efforts to remain silent. She stood tall, her spine a straight line of obsidian, her chin lifted in a way that was neither defiant nor soft. She looked unbreakable. The moonlight kissed the silver threads woven through her hair, and the subtle glow of her hybrid power shimmered just beneath her skin like a living, breathing thing. She had chosen to wear white and silver, the traditional colors of sovereignty and judgment. She carried no weapons and wore no armor. She did not need them. The Quee

“That's the best thing I've ever heard. Let's open this place.” **** George stood at the back, as instructed. He stood in the door's shadow, with his hands in his pockets, in the dark suit he'd worn to the first dinner at his house, and he did not take his eyes off her for a single second. She stood on the worn stone step with her back to the building and her face to the street. The sun was in her eyes. There was no podium. There was no microphone. She'd refused both. “Good morning,” said Queen.

She looked at me, and I felt my stomach twist. "She is one of them," Adrian muttered. "Who?" He gestured toward the woman in black. "The First Queen." I turned to look at the First Queen, who was standing beside us. Then at the black-cloaked woman. Two very similar faces, two very different Crowns. I slowly turned toward the First Queen. "You said you were the First Queen." "I am," she replied. "Then who is she?" The First Queen's face twisted in something close to fear. The woman in black raised her hand, and the army behind her fell silent.

“Miss Sarah, would you do me the honor?” Sarah didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling; she just felt that the Adrian she saw tonight was like a completely different person from the one she had known before. The Adrian standing before her was dignified, polite, charming, and romantic—yet also exceptionally tender. She blankly placed her hand in his; his palm was warm. The moment she placed her hand there, his fingers closed around hers, clasping her small hand tightly. Only then did she notice the grand, stand-alone villa before her.

ZARA Thursday, 6:51pm She read it three times. Not because she didn't understand it the first time. Because she needed to be sure she was reading what she thought she was reading her name, in a headline, on a publication she recognised, attached to a story that was almost true. Almost. Billionaire Callum Arch's Mystery Companion: Paid Actress or Real Love? She scrolled.