The White Queen Richard Iii Novels & Stories

She looks like an angel, she whispers to another beside her, her voice echoing with envy while her eyes eats up the Queen’s appearance, taking in the sparkling white, long dress that adorns the Queen’s slender frame like a second skin, exposing her delicate shoulders. White color is one no woman would dare to wear, especially in summer as it clashes with their pale skin, but the Queen wore hers like the color was made for her. As everyone adorned the Queen’s beauty and her innocent yet seductive appearance, relegating the Concubine to the back ground, she stands off with her group of friends, standoffish and waiting for the Queen to get to her, while inside she seeths in jealousy and anger.

Then I straightened my jacket, picked up my phone, and walked out of th e office to get back to work. Because queens don’t wait for the right moment. They build it.

' he smirked at me knowing I heard his thoughts. "Maybe one day I will tell you the answer" I teased him. "I look forward to it." He grinned and walked into the living room. "Can I get everyone's attention?" Mom said. Everyone came and stood in the kitchen listening to mom and looking at me. "So you have now all been introduced to Amberlee. I know some of you are very upset that this information was kept from you..believe me when I tell you this was completely necessary. You see, not only is Amberlee our future Queen, but she is also the first female tribrid born in hundreds of years." Everyone's mouths weee practically on the floor... I had to stifle a giggle. "I know you all understand how

While the wives whispered, the husbands weren’t so subtle, openly congratulating Daniel, who looked like he’d rather be climbing Mount Everest than be here. I bit my cheek to hide my smile. Cara stood at the center of the room. She wore white, expecting to stand out alone. I wore red—the signature style for the queen. She was surrounded by a small group of Mafia wives. If she hadn’t been pregnant with Daniel’s child, they’d have been trying to kiss the ground I walked on. Most of the other women stared at her with thinly disguised disgust. “You’re only pregnant for him. Not his wife. Not our queen,” one openly said.

"Bianca, no!" The sword clattered to the ground, but not before leaving a thin line of blood across Bianca's neck. She still reached desperately for the blade. "Let go of me! Maybe if I'm dead, you'll finally believe I'm innocent! Don't stop me—let me join Serena!" Donald held her tight, frantically yelling at me: "What the hell are you waiting for? Apologize!" Bianca looked at me through her tears, "Edward, if you don't trust me, I could cut my heart out and show it to you—would you believe me then?"

Königin Zemirah continued. I frowned. Probably seeing the confused look on my face, she gripped the edge of the table hard, and continued. "After my grandmother died, the queen's position became vacant. As the rule goes, only a white haired witch was fit to be the queen." Her voice became shaky, and she lowered it to a whisper. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Alpha Aurel leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Cringe. Or maybe not. Amber was smiling, even if it was a fleet of smile.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

The two princes and the princess. What was this about? “Is it possible that you heard wrong warrior? The king has three children and they all have a claim to the throne if anything were to happen to the others.” The warrior shook his head. “With what I head, this one was not the current king’s child. they said this one was a white wolf and it didn’t seem like the king and the crowned prince know about her.” No, no, no! this cant be happening. If there was a white wolf that even the king knew nothing about then it would not matter if we kill the king and his children. There will still be one with a stronger claim to the throne than even them.

Richard, who seemed so gentle and warm, might actually be the one behind Wendy's suffering. Jane placed the dagger on the table, her gaze filled with cold determination. "The late king decreed that a woman from the Markel family could never become queen. Prince Richard knows this as well." Lily looked troubled. "Your Majesty, does that mean the trail has gone cold again?" she asked. "We deduced that the mastermind was aiming for the queen's position. But if Lady Rachel can't be queen, Prince Richard wouldn't be helping her plot this…" Jane's eyes glinted with icy resolve. It seemed she would need to meet with Helena.