Queen Amazon Romane & Geschichten

"But Daddy's still bigger‚ right?" "Yes baby." Then the Queen stepped out. Queen Anna was smaller than I expected. Five foot five maybe‚ with honey-blonde hair pulled into a low chignon and a cream-colored coat that probably cost more than every piece of clothing I had ever owned combined. She was beautiful in that ageless‚ immaculate way that royal women always are. But her eyes were different from her husband's. Dark brown. Warm. Sharp with intelligence rather than coldness. The front doors opened. Davis pulled them wide and the morning air swept into the foyer.

I opened my hidden safe, retrieving the collection I’d amassed: Wolfsbane, nightshade, mistletoe extract, and a powder from a witch in the neutral territories enough to cause a miscarriage, disguised as natural complications. She thought herself clever, brave but she had no idea. I had planned this longer than she’d imagined. By tomorrow night, Kael would be free to choose a proper mate. A she-wolf. Strong. Worthy. His children, real wolf children, not fragile humans. The curve of my lips held no warmth. Mercy didn’t exist here. Security detail or not, I’d been inside these walls for three years. The game was starting. And I intended to win.

“That just because she’s a woman, she can’t take control. That she has to be shielded, guided, told what to do.” I placed the queen back onto the board, my fingers firm as I slid her forward. “That’s where you’re wrong. In fact, that’s exactly what makes her the deadliest piece on the board. Because she’s a woman. Women aren’t easy prey for men to keep locked away and protected. They’re not fragile decorations.” I pushed the queen forward decisively, knocking his king from its position and setting it aside before placing my queen in its place. “She’s powerful because she takes control,” I finished, lips curling slightly. “And she’s sexiest when she does.”

“You have come to me.” The air thickened with a presence I couldn’t see but could feel pressing against my skin. Jasmine stiffened at my side, her body taut. I gripped her harness. “Who are you?” My voice cracked despite my effort to sound steady. “I am Azkael,” the voice answered. “Spirit of Regret. Keeper of the chains that bind hearts to what was.”

Taking the seat next to her, she sat in silence while the queen dove into her fare with the same gusto Kendra was beginning to think that she did everything with. When she was about halfway through her dinner, Minerva belched loudly and said, “Tell me what they were in a tizzy about.” Kendra swallowed hard. She was confused about this queen of Amazons. One minute she seemed feminine and concerned and then she became a very masculine and almost cruel creature. She’d already expressed her distaste in discussing Rex so Kendra was a bit worried about admitting to the table’s topic. Minerva’s eyes bore into Kendra’s with a warning that far surpassed any words she might utter. “Tell me, now.”

Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”