Novelas y relatos de The White Queen White Princess

I inquire, captivated by her presence. "Priscilla," she replies, her voice soft and sultry. "You are absolutely beautiful, Priscilla," I remark, unable to hide my admiration. Despite the allure of the moment, a sense of unease gnaws at the back of my mind. Ashby's disapproving gaze burns into the side of my head, but I push aside any thoughts of his judgment. As the King, I'm entitled to pursue my desires, regardless of others' opinions. I exchange numbers with Priscilla, unable to resist the temptation of her company. With a playful swat to her backside, she saunters away, leaving me to face the disapproving glances of the twins.

I said softly. “I.. I will tell Cedric the news.” She said. She quickly scurried from the room. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Viktor asked. “Do you think I shouldn’t?” I asked. He smiled as he cupped my cheeks. “I think it’s a fantastic idea.” He said. He pressed his lips firmly against mine. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Today, I crown Princess Violette Dubois as Queen of the Dubios kingdom. Queen of the werewolves.” The Elder minister said. He placed the crown on my head.

That's why I'm quite positive I never was here. I took a deep breath and kept going further. In a matter of seconds, somehow, I found myself surrounded by witches, but none of them was Amira. One of them spoke, a beautiful girl who resembled Snow White. She had white snow skin, black hair and eyes, and a sexy figure. "What is a werewolf doing in our sacred land? Don't you know that witches are the only ones allowed here?" "I'm searching for Amira!" I started, not backing down. "She has something that belongs to me, and I'm not backing off until I have it back."

“Isn’t that like what King Orvis did with my parents?” “It’s nothing like it,” Sergeant Org hissed with disgust. “Orvis seized the throne and killed your parents for power. Jack expressed his disapproval of the king’s condoning of the slaughter of innocent humans by his vampire kingdom and he rose up against him to stop the madness. He didn’t kill the king. In fact, the king still reigns a small region as the Black King. They call Jack the White King because of his goodness.” “I see….” I mused.

In wolf form was the only time the Queen finally got some peace. Alina checked to see whether the coast was clear and finding the chair next to her door empty, Alina quietly left her room and wandered down the stairs. The castle was never truly quiet, but no one batted an eyelid as the Queen left the building, and she quickly moved towards her mother's gardens, needing the privacy.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

"I came to bring a gift of southern silk for the heir, and she lunged at me! The omega is unstable! She wants to destroy the alliance out of pure jealousy!" The elite vanguard guards did not advance on Elena, but their iron swords remained drawn, their predatory eyes tracking her every breath. They were locked in a state of paralyzed conflict. Elena was the fully awakened White Queen, the fated mate of their sovereign, but Camille was the royal daughter of their most vital military ally. A public attack on her flesh was an act of international war.

Pathetic. A rustling sound drew her attention. Lifting her head, she blinked through the dark. A deer stood just beyond the trees, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Its coat was white as freshly fallen snow, and its antlers stretched high and twisting, larger than any deer she had ever seen. A shiver ran down her spine. Lyra swallowed, wiping at her eyes as she sat back on her heels. “Why is Veyron like this?” she asked the deer. “Why push me away like I’m nothing, when I know he feels it too?”

"Even I never wished to have a chance meeting that woman in person. She was the First Madam of Mr. Mendez household. Not only because she's a Mendez-spouse that made her well-known, but I've heard that she's an heiress too. Her family was second of the most wealthiest family back in Spain. Meeting her face to face is like a dream." Conrad was beyond surprised with what he have heard. At first he thought it was only because of her Husband's last name that the woman was known. But from what he heard he seemed to feel goosebumps. He didn't think there was anyone like Sylvia Blanco who was born with a pile of silver and gold. Her children are very lucky because they come from powerful families.