Novel & Cerita Queen 33

MARCO I read the proposal three times not because I needed to but I absorbed all the relevant information on the first pass—Queens Enterprises is solid, the fundamentals are strong, the expansion plan is smart, the projections are conservative but realistic. I read it three times because I'm stalling. Isabel Queens. The name stares back at me from the cover page, and I can't stop looking at it. I can't stop my mind from connecting the dots between the woman in the bar and the heiress who walked away from billions.

"So, how old really are you?" "Twenty-three," I answered simply. He shook his head, his lips twitching with a mix of surprise and mild amusement. "I cannot believe this. Twenty-three, and let me believe you were much younger." "Since we are currently sharing information," I began cautiously, my curiosity finally getting the better of me, "what is your name, and how old are you, Your Majesty?" He relaxed even more against the cave wall, crossing his thick arms over his bare chest that I was making a point to not stare at shamelessly. "It's Quinn. And I am thirty-three years old. That makes me pretty much ten years your senior."

Queen muttered with concern “ Thank….you” Juliet stuttered out “ Do you need pills at least to reduce the pain” Queen said showing her the pill she gathered around when cleaning up “ That's not the right….pill, I will….be fine” Juliet muttered dragging her weak self to the bed to get some rest Queen searched for the nearest pharmacy around on her iPad before taking Juliet's paycard to go buy her something to use Queen was walking down the street following the directions on her iPad when two men blocked her way

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The Queen burst into laughter, "The wand you put in his chest?! Yeah, I knew about it! I replaced the role with my wand when I hit him with that spell! My wand is now the wand of the three Hallows now!" "I'm sure you did," Kitty nodded, "But you also broke Phosis." "You stupid girl!" The Queen looked as if she was crazy already, "Phosis?! Is that what you call it? You have no idea what you possess! It's actually more powerful when its shell breaks! And it's mine now!" The Queen rose her hand, and a shred of liquid metal in the color of steel grey blue flow in her palm. "I have now the three most powerful magic items in the world now!" The Queen chanted loud, "I'm alone is the most powerful!

before swiftly taking a seat beside Alpha Axel, who was supposed to be my mate. Feeling a pang of hurt, I took the last available seat next to the queen. She turned her warm gaze towards me, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding. With a gentle touch, she fondly tapped my hands, a reassuring gesture that instantly eased my unease. With a smile, the queen began to speak, her voice carrying a regal tone. "The three of you have been chosen for a great task," she announced. "We must find three ancient artifacts to save our kind from an impending danger."

queen yelled and pulled the trigger, but the biullet missed, the sound of the gun made Gerald and Kate flinch. "Queen what are you doing??" Gerald yelled still in bizarre. "I didn't miss for nothing, just want to prove to you that I'm far from joking." Queen said ignoring Gerald. "Please... don't. Don't kill me.." she starts to beg. "Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" Queen smirked. "I..well it's be.. I.." She was a stuttering mess. "Don't kill me because Scarlet still needs me she needs my blood" her fear was speaking for her.

“Let her at least see what you’re all going crazy over” The room grows silent again as Spin holds the opened box out to me. I lifted the heavy leather jacket out of the box, with the back of it facing me. The crew’s symbol is dead smack in the center of the back, and tiny pink rhinestones have been stitched across the shoulder blades spelling out ‘queen’ in all capital lettering! The sleeves are pink leather, and the word ‘wifey’ has been embroidered down the back of each arm in black. When I hold it out in front of me, it reads ‘Queen of Hart’s’. I rubbed the rhinestones before looking up into Spin’s smirking face and asking, “you want me as your queen”?

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.