When He Calls You Queen Novels & Stories

I nod. "Then what nickname shall I give you?" He asks. "Just call me Carrie, like Ty," I say with a smile. "No.." he shakes his head. "Why? You don't like it? Then call me Ann, like Aaron." He shakes his head more vigorously. "That doesn't suit you at all." "Then what suits me?" I ask. "Queen suits you," he says. I feel a blush creep onto my face. He then pulls me closer to him and wraps his hands around my shoulder. "But I'm a little worried, some bad kings will try to hurt my queen."

The man said, flashing his white teeth at her. Queenie stared at him in surprise. He was in no way familiar and she racked her brain of where she might've seen him before but nothing rang a bell. The man flexed his muscles and smirked, "I'm one of the children your mother used for the experiment. They call me King." Queenie narrowed her eyes when she heard him, then she slightly relaxed. "Then you do know you can't kill me, right?" "Why not?" The man asked, abruptly stopping his action.

"I love you, My little female, please say you'll be my queen?" My eyes go wide as he continues. "Be my queen baby, Queen Megan of Altundral, my mate, my forever my everything, please say you'll be my Queen?" I smile as I think to myself me a Queen who'd have thought that!

I begged, fed up with the constant phone calls Fabian kept making to me. “You know, you really shouldn't be flaring up so much, princess—or should I say Queen!” “Wait, how did you?...” “Come on now, are you seriously going to ask me how I know the things that I know?” “Well, whatever. But you are the reason why I am flaring up. Yes, it is you, because I really do not understand why you keep calling me when you know very well that I am now the Queen of the Kingdom. Do you actually want me to be exposed?”

he snaps at Caleb. Caleb doesn’t back down. “She has a right to know.” “I need to talk to King,” I say, my voice breaking. Big King exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know he won’t let ya. He doesn’t want ya there.” “Then let me talk to him on the phone!” I demand. “It’s not a risk. Just let me speak to him!” Big King looks at me, his eyes softening with sympathy, but his words hit like a hammer. “He doesn’t want to talk to ya, Queenie. He made it clear ya weren’t to be 'ere for any of his calls.”

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.

Sarah once again realized with crystal clarity just how immense this man’s charm was; the pheromones he unintentionally exuded were almost enough to make one lose oneself. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. But Adrian ended the call first. He understood perfectly well the rules of the game—when to continue and when to take a break. He spoke elegantly, “It is my honor to have Miss Sarah’s company.” For a moment, Sarah was left speechless. She clutched the phone in her hand—the call had already ended—yet her heart was racing. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

Had I broken some Lycan rule by leaving just as the Lycan King walked in? “I-I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly," I stuttered a quick apology, stepping backward at the same time. "I just needed to use the restroom," I explained further, already walking away as I spoke, not waiting around to find out the consequences of my actions. "Queen of Queens!" The man's next words made me stop in my tracks abruptly. His voice was filled with so much reverence, making me wonder if I had misheard him. Did he just call me Queen of Queens? That was the title of the Lycan King's Luna.

"You can because you're royalty. When you fall, you get back up because you have to. Three million merfolks are waiting for you at home. They need a Queen. They need you. Please, just be the Queen they need." He planted a light kiss on my neck. The sensation it left behind raked goosebumps across my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying my hardest not to succumb to the seed of desire he planted. "Please," he repeated. "Wake up and take the reins that belong only to you."