When He Calls You Queen Novels & Stories

She runs off with Griff as I watch the males in the room talk to one other before one of them makes a call; glancing at Silvia to see her also confused so we wait- after about a minute, the guy comes back and he stares at us, raising an eyebrow. It gets him to talk. “We call the queen since you won’t listen to my king.”, they say. “Whatever makes you happy.”, I say with a shrug.

Vidhant took out the cellphone from his pocket and dialled a number. “Bring your lazy ass here. RB came to know that you are here,” Vidhant said to the caller on the other side while eying Alex and Raf. “How?” the caller exclaimed in a confused tone. “You idiot, the girl you met today is our Queen, RB’s mate,” Vidhant said, and the caller cursed under his breath. “Damn, if I knew that it was our Queen, I would never leave from there. Okay, no worries, I’ll come,” the caller said and disconnected the call.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

Queen — "Yes, he is. Do you want to come see him?" Me — "Yes, I really miss him." Queen — "You're always welcome here. Come anytime you want." Me — "Thank you, my Queen. I’ll come right away." Queen — "We’ll be waiting for you." Once she hung up, I jumped from my seat and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up. I had to look perfect. I had to look sincere.

Queen grumbled out again “Let me just order, you will get it soon” Juliet muttered walking out Few Minutes Later The bell rang and Queen ran out of the room with her iPad hugged to herself Queen stood dumbstruck when she saw the delivery guy “ You look ...so cute…like me” Queen mumbled getting her food The guy tried leaving but Queen blocked his path “ My name is Queen, grandpa calls me Queenie but you can call me, mmm… my queen” Queen grumbled out with a smile

I take a step back and Chris pouts. “It can’t be possible, Chris.” Alrich states. Since when did he get to call the King, Chris? “It is possible. I don’t know how but, it is.” He answers, completely ignoring Alrich calling him by Chris. “What is going on, Chris?” I ask nervously. He looks me dead in the eyes and says the last thing that I expect. “You’re my Queen, Rae. You’re my Queen.”

The word Queen. Whoever’s life I was in—it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was a fucking cage. The oldest woman stepped closer, her voice trembling but resolute. “Tonight, my Queen,” she said softly, “you’ll have to be strong. For the first time in three years, you’ve been summoned by His Majesty.” “Summoned?” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. “What for?” They hesitated. The silence stretched long enough to make my skin crawl. “What?” I demanded. “Say it.”

Jonathan felt her calm voice tinged with a sense of melancholy. He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes. Seeing her eyes, he knew she was not happy. “You are a daughter, a friend, a mother, a wife, and a Queen. You have to endure the heavy burden of having to do justice and protect the ones you love. If you become a pushover, the ones you love will get hurt. And they deserve worse than what you have in store for them.” He kissed her eyes slowly as he continued. “Your retaliation is much more forgiving and gentle than what they did to you in the first place. In your place, I would have made them suffer worse than what they had planned for you. Don’t think badly about yourself.”

Queen leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she started recounting her day. "So, I called him first, and for the first time in a while, he actually picked up. We talked. He wasn't as cold as he usually is. I asked why he wasn't answering calls, told him I was worried, and he actually listened." She placed a hand dramatically on her chest. "Can you believe that?" "Not really," Bianca muttered, still shocked. "Then," Queen continued, "I told him I was coming to see him, and he didn't say no. So, I dressed up and went over there."

I paused, pushing away from his chest and staring into his eyes, “Why do you call me that?” He bent down, leaning against the tree and sitting down and pulling me with him. “In this Kingdom, they call you Queen.” He paused, “But no one treats you like a Queen. They don’t deserve you and you’re not some Queen.” He caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears, “You are a goddess. You’re meant to be worshipped, not abused. You’re supposed to be the greatest of them all. This Kingdom is too small for you. You’re meant to rule over everything.”