Tonight Queen Meme Novels & Stories

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

“ Welcome Natash! I taught you were not going to be here today?” Mr. Leon questioned as she sat on her large armchair while the rest of them were now facing her. “ There can't be a party without me! Penny!!" She called as one of the bar girls came rushing over. “ Yes boss!!" “ Why is there no entertainment? Where are the girls who are suppose to be dancing today?” She questioned a slight frown on her face. “ Am sorry Boss! We were waiting your order!!" “ And where is Derrick?!”

“Ava.” “I’m serious.” Queen couldn’t help laughing. The first genuine laugh she’d had all day. Ava pointed at the screen. “Who invites somebody out and tells them not to eat?” “He probably has dinner planned.” Ava snorted. “And I probably own a private jet.” The rest of the afternoon crawled by. For the first time all day, Queen found herself looking at the clock. Waiting. Hoping. Maybe tonight would be different. By five o’clock, she was touching up her makeup in the office restroom.

Sarah suddenly felt a lump in her throat; she wanted to cry. Big Brother Ethan remembered everything—she had clearly just mentioned it in passing back in middle school… And those other two strangers—they actually… they actually agreed too… Sarah felt her eyes well up; the happiness of being cherished and cared for gradually blurred her vision. A hand brushed across Sarah’s eyes. Adrian stood before her, his eyes crinkled in a smile. “Don’t cry. A little bride with a runny nose isn’t pretty.” Sarah threw a playful punch at Adrian’s chest. “Get lost!”

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.

she asked, eyes locked on her phone screen. I nodded without looking up. Wordlessly, she handed me the phone. It was Rocco’s post—his social media “Alpha Moments,” the place where he paraded around like a wolf celebrity. His caption read: [Happy 21st birthday to the blonde, blue-eyed beauty who’s stolen the Alpha’s heart.]

"Either way, the Queen dies tonight." Noah looked at the crossbow. He looked at the dark tunnel behind him. "Then let's go to the river," Noah said.