Trapped Queen Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Come, let's go before someone tries to snatch you away from me." "I'm sorry if you feel like being neglected by me, babe." She sighed as she hugged him. "I won't do that again..." He hugged her back tightly. "No matter what you want to do. Rest assured that I will always be here to support you, babe. You know how much I love you..." he whispred in her ears. "I guess being TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you isn't as bad as I thought..." she laughed. "And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..."

I didn’t deserve this; I did not deserve his friendship or love. Your light is my way, eeeei eeeeeiyyaaaah You are my queen, you are my love You perfect, your beautiful, you are ‘goddess The goddess of beauty, the love that I never saw coming You light up my world, you light my world and make it shine so bright

Lily smiled indifferently and approached the queen, saying, “How about betrayal and treachery? I doubt Fred would use those words in your presence, right?” “Just shut the hell up!” The queen covered her ears and shut her eyes. “You can choose not to listen, but can you prevent things from happening?” Lily got herself a glass of water, then sat on the sofa. Hearing nothing, the queen slowly opened her eyes, thinking Lily had left. Yet she was surprised when she looked over her shoulder and saw Lily smiling at her. The queen gripped her wheelchair’s push rings and said hoarsely, “What’s your point? You’re a prisoner just like me.”

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

"Yes, Alpha!" The guards dragged me away toward the edge of the camp. The crowd's mocking laughter faded behind me. "A princess! Haha!" "If you're going to dream, at least make it believable!" "Pathetic, crazy woman!" A guard threw me into the prison cart, and the cold iron bars slammed shut. The laughter was cut off. The world was finally quiet. But they didn't know. This quiet was the calm before the storm. I struggled to lift my burned hands and felt for the hidden seam inside my collar.

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

I could not have sex with him for a few days, but that’s more of a punishment to me not him. I don’t think he knows about the secret hallways in my family home. That could be fun, but then he would learn about my family secrets and that was a stipulation in my uncles will. He would only be able to find out if we married, which I’m not seeing happening anytime soon. Though I’m sure my lawyer would have a lot to say about my current state. Just then I hear the door to the playroom open, and in walks the king himself, Trey. Damn. He walked in shirtless, too, his eight-pack on display and that lovely trail pointing exactly to what counts. Shit, I’m supposed to be plotting revenge, not a path for

But as he fell asleep holding me, the Queen whispered one final, dangerous temptation in the darkness: You can have this beautiful love… and still have the power. You don’t have to choose. You were never meant to be ordinary. The next morning, while Liam was making breakfast, I received a single text from an unknown number. It was a photo of me from my last major relapse — covered in cum, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream while surrounded by dozens of men. The caption was simple and chilling: "The Queen misses her throne. Sixty men are ready whenever you are.

Every muscle burned, her Mark still thrumming with heat, but she refused to let herself fall again. The queen her mother, or the thing wearing her mother’s face watched in silence. Not moving. Not attacking. Just waiting. Lyla swallowed hard, her breath ragged. "What the hell was that?" The queen studied her, then stepped down from the throne, her movements slow, deliberate. "That, child, was the truth." Lyla’s claws curled at her sides. "No," she snarled. "That was a trap." The queen’s lips quirked.

Don snaps at everyone and I am not in the mood to keep him in check. "Goodnight" I hug Viv. "You two must talk tonight" She whispers in my ears. I nod and she smiles. I am getting ready to sleep when Don suddenly grabs my waist against him. "Let me go," I say stepping on his feet. He moves back a little releasing me. "Why are you so angry?" He shouts angrily. "Why don't you ask your queen?" "You're my queen Nala. What are you talking about?" He asks moving closer to me. I hold my hands up and he stops.