When He Calls You Queen Novels & Stories

she says and I almost swallow my saliva wrong from hearing her words. Shaking my head no at her while taking my cup from the table and she walks out of the room. "I'm not going to get used to being called Queen! It's not who I am!" I say and take a sip of my coffee when I feel Kian's nose on my neck. "That's exactly what you are and I might as well start calling you by the title. My Queen!" he says with a seductive tone in his voice and I turn my head to look at him. Hi sits back in the seat with a smirk on his lips.

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

I couldn’t call her by her name out loud. “Cat got your tongue and you can’t talk!” She fired at me. I spun around and faced her. “I’ll do as you have said.” I avoided anything that would make me call her Bianca and she seems to get on with my thoughts. “Well call me Queen! I want to hear those words from you!” She threatens. I lift my eyes and met her sharp stares. “What would you say?” “Yes, My Queen.” “Good, you filthy rag.” She grins brightly.

he teases me and I pout. He chuckles and adds. “Well, everyone kept calling you the queen. I got a little jealous because I want to call you that.” I roll my eyes. “They call me that because I’m going to be their queen. Just like you are their king.” He looks at me. “Am I your king?” I smirk. “Nope.” His eyes darken. “I’ll make you call me that tonight.” The challenge and promise in his words makes a strong heat pool in my waist.

I reached for my dressing gown, deciding to forgo the towel, and braced myself for him to shout the order. He turned to Liv and shouted at her. “Go, girl, and shut the door behind you. Clear Queen Tova’s chambers.” I did a double take. I had never been called queen before and now the High King was calling me Queen? Was I being mocked? I looked at him and his eyes were dilated, and he had a look on his face, almost of anguish. I pulled my dressing gown on and tied the sash tight. “The chamber is empty. And I want to hear the truth.” He said, a small smile twisting his lips. I looked at him, calculating.

I pressed my palm against my cheek, still hot from the memory. “And he said it back. More than once. He—he called me his queen.” This time, they both screamed. "Of course you're his Queen. That man certainly is a King. Does he have a Throne room and a throne where he sits and dictates laws and punishments? You got yourself a man, Sis." Cherry squealed. I groaned and flopped back on the couch. “I told you not to scream!” “Sorry, not sorry,” Cherry said between giggles. “Katherine, are you actually happy? I mean really happy, not just pretending for the kids.”

“No one dared. Calling my name was like a death sentence to anyone who calls me by my name. My parents didn't call me by my name, either. Occasionally, I wonder why they bothered giving me a name when they wouldn't call me by my name. “Oh my goodness! Then I shouldn't have made the mistake of calling you by your name. This is bad. Let's stick with your Majesty, please.” “Hey, why are you in such a panic? I don't see anyone more qualified to call me by my name except you. You're very much allowed to call me by my name. Besides, you'll soon become my Luna and queen.” The moment he said the words, I suddenly felt weak on my knee and staggered backwards.

Can you repeat yourself? “Are you deaf?” or are you trying to act like a deaf lycan?” Queen. I'm your queen. I'm Aiden mate and I will soon be the lycan Queen, so release me right now, and I shall award you generosity when I became the queen" I stood up elegantly. Haha ha ha ha. He begins to pummel around on the floor, giggling his lung out. I was astonished by his action. “What the hell is wrong with this low life?” the question keeps roaming about in my head without an answer.

“Yes, it is.” I pat his strong shoulder, sighing. “Send out Ivan, please.” I love myself some Ivan Seto. But, gosh, that man can flirt my panties right off me, lbvs! Jas bows his gigantic head humbly. Smoothly reciting, “As you wish, My Queen.” Oh, that sent all types of thrills and sassy chills through me! Queen? No one has ever called me that before. Being called that made me feel better than I imagined it would. I bite my lip, to stop from kissing him again. I love how they all call me something different.

liked all his Facebook pages and followed him in Instagram and Twitter . They all go for lunch discussing Mr Davian and Queen feels upset and envious .why do these bitches want to steal her man . While having lunch , Queen's phone rings . She looks at the caller identity and smiles . Then she excuses herself .