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However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

"it's okay." She stares at me with worry and uncertainty. "Am just worried about you Kim, you know how vicious and cruel those people in there can be." I sigh. "I know..I can handle it." "That Bree is gonna be circling and feasting for any small crumbs of information to ruin you with," She folds her hands over her chest. Bree, aka Queen b of Blackwool Royal High and Blackwool town. A perfect description of a runaway model: blond hair,blue eyes,long legs and silky skin that glows in the sunlight. She hates me, No, loathes me because of Ronan.

Without a wedding dress on. I heard murmurs and whispers and confusion. Briva cleared her throat and took one step forward. "I can't continue with this wedding." She loudly announced. The murmurs got louder and everybody looked around in confusion. "Not when there is someone else, someone who is a much better fit to be queen." Briva loudly spoke. Everybody fell silent as they stared at her with narrowed eyebrows and confused eyes. "There should only be one person walking down this aisle tonight. A human." She said next. Now the crowd exploded again in whispers and some demons even stood up. "I want to introduce to all of you... The true queen of Lust." Briva finished. She turned around and I

Ingrid asks, making him chuckle. “I did okay. I missed you so much, I was distracted. My Queen distracts me. I must be completely in love with her,” Bär kisses her again. “This Queen must be impressive,” Ingrid teases. “She is,” Bär squeezes her thighs and smiles. “My Queen has a brain unlike any other. She thinks of solutions before we know the problems. My Queen keeps me in check. I can’t have an ego trip; she never lets me. My Queen’s body is sculpted by the goddess personally. Her legs fit on my hips perfectly. Her tummy is perfect; not too, hard not too soft. Her breasts, well, two more perfect breasts don’t exist. Her arms hold me close. Her fingers dance in my hair. Her e

And at its center, framed by the open maw of a window, stood a woman. She was outlined by the sun, her figure slim, her hair pulled back, her robes spilling like a pool of light around her. She did not move at first, only stood with her back to us, the crown on her head gleaming faintly. I knew it was not the true crown, yet even imitation commanded awe. “Bow before the Queen!” one warden barked. And so I bowed, though my breath caught. For when she turned, the sunlight fell across her face and revealed the sovereign of Larimar. Beautiful, severe, her eyes sharp as cut glass. She did not need to raise her voice to silence the air.

Queen Amelia changes her soft features and faces the gathering once more and says, “With the placing of the Queen's crown on Emma’s head…” I jump slightly as Finn surprises me again as he walks up next to Amelia with a small rose gold crown set with lots and lots of red rubies. Finn steps forward and places the crown on my head and again I feel that slight wave of power flow through me, even though I am not sure why I kept feeling it. Amelia then continues, “People of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, I would like to present to you your Crowned Queen Emma Mason and your Crowned Prince Adonis…”

Queen? "Queen?" She voiced her surprise. She never knew Katra was run by a woman. "Yes. I have no idea what her first name is or anything about her really but I'm hoping she's got some humanity in her" Rowan just nodded her head as a thought popped into her head. Queen. Royal blue. No. She quickly shook that away, it was completely absurd to even think about. "Let's pray then" She smiled reassuringly at Caleb who didn't smile back.

"What makes you think that?” "And who says you're not a queen?" she questions me with her audacity. Her perfect eyebrows quirk up as she drops the dress and settles her hands on her hips like some angry mama about to whip someone's ass, "Well, you're beautiful like me. And those flower drawings on your body make you look badass and even prettier. Trust me, queens don’t have to be perfect. They just have to be brave. And you're brave, Aunt Layla." A lump instantly forms inside my throat. Why do I feel like I am about to fucking cry?

However, she had an aura even stronger than the Quasi Daelcon Rank. He looked at her and asked hesitantly, “What’s your cultivation rank?” The woman looked at him and asked arrogantly, “Do you want to fight me?” James was silent as he thought to himself, ‘Do you have to resort to violence? I was just asking about your cultivation rank.’ Seeing that James was speechless, the beautiful woman raised her head and said arrogantly, “I’m Queena Kourtie, the Peacock Queen. You’re quite an ignorant man. Do you think you can drop formalities and manners toward me just because of your charming appearance?”