Blair is a vampire who just moved from Transylvania to experience human life with her foster mother in America. She met a human girl named Pryce, who hates her so much, or that's what she just thought because of their rough first encounter. Then Blair's life turned into something she never expected as the time came that she fell in love with Pryce, who turned out to be a werewolf that is about to awaken. And none of them knew that Pryce wasn't just an ordinary werewolf but the destined queen.
*Blair's Point of View*
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"Hey, girl! Watch it!" I yelled at the dumb human who just bumped into me.
And guess what? Unfortunately, she fell on the floor with all her coffee splashed in her dress-what a weak creature. But I don't know if it was hot, though. But I couldn't care less.
"What the hell!" She cursed as she got up on her own.
Why would I help her? She's the one who bumped into me. I'm the victim here.
Then, I kept my phone in my jacket pocket, and I just raised an eyebrow at her without saying anything.
I'm about to turn around when she speaks again... or should I say yell or shout? She's losing her temper, and I think that I'm in tiny trouble here. Should I exit now? I better should.
"Lady, are you not going to say sorry?" She angrily asked, and okay, she's mad, and I kinda liked it.
Her face is turning so red, and I'm laughing inside. No, I will just laugh at it later. She kinda looks cute with her cheeks blushing. No, no, not cute. Just a bit.
"Sorry, but it's not my fault that you fell on the floor with your coffee all over your dress," I countered and rolled my eyes. I'm sorry, babe, but I'm not sorry.
I turned around to leave this bookstore/library/coffee shop. Well, I don't know what place this is. And, what am I doing here, actually? Oh, I remember now. Marge told me to buy a vegan recipe book. I'll just tell her that I didn't find it here since someone is about to spit fire at me.
Before I turned around, I saw the girl's beyond-angry-face. Oh, well, I think this is going to be fun. And, as I expected, she grabbed me by my right shoulder with her sticky hands that are coffee-flavored.
'Sh*t!' I cursed in my mind while trying to keep my cool. She is just a young little weak human, Blair. Relax.
And, I finally faced her and gave her a what-the-f*ck-is-wrong-with-you-? look. Then, she blurted out.
"Don't you know that a passageway is for the people who are passing to it and not for the people who stand on it? Bystanders are not allowed in this place. See that signage? You better just leave if you have nothing else to do or purchase anything here." She sneered, and I just stood there unmoved while blinking my eyes. Who-what did she just say to me? I'll just pretend that I didn't hear those. Humans are more complex to deal with than I thought. Lucky for me, only a few of these creatures approach me back in my hometown.
"And, for you to know, Blondie, I was just standing here, and you were the one who was walking and making some motions, and then, you bumped on me. So, it was not my fault." I retorted while emphasizing that I am still in the same spot where I was standing earlier. I need to defend myself. It would not have happened if she was just not so clumsy. It really wasn't my fault. Where was she looking at earlier, though?
But honestly, I feel a little sorry. She looked like sh*t right now with coffee stains on her dress-poor tiny human. Still, I will not accept that it was my fault.
Well, she is trying to make herself calm. And then, she speaks again after three long seconds of silence.
"Do you know who you are messing with?" She asked in a calm tone of voice and stared at me in the eyes with her electric blue ones.
Why the heck would I care to know who she is? The only human I know around here is Marge, so far.
"And... Do you know who I am, who is messing with you?" I responded with the same tone of voice she used and stared at her eyes with my green ones.
And that's the start of the staring contest. I looked deep into her eyes and deep down to her soul, and... Boom! She looked away while rolling her eyes. Hah, I won!
"You don't know what you are dealing with," she let out in disbelief and crossed her arms on her chest. Well, I don't know you, so, back off, would you? Also, you are the one who doesn't have any idea who and what you are dealing with, darling.
"Oh, is it indispensable to know who I'm messing with? And for your information, I mess up with everybody who gets in my way. Every. Body. So, just move along. Now, you are the one who is blocking my way." I uttered, and with that, there she got angry again. Why is this girl so short-tempered? Is she in her period? Oops, no, I should not think anything about blood. Damn it!
"Ms. Winsley, is something wrong going on in here?" A woman asked her, and she was about mid-forty, and handed her a small towel.
Then, she turned her gaze to me and looked at me sharply. Silly old human, I'm not afraid of you.
Hmph, that ain't gonna work on the sticky coffee on her dress and arms.
"Thanks, Mandy. And please, put this girl in front of me in her right place." The blondie ordered as she pointed at me, and it made me raise my left eyebrow. Woah, am I kind of a thing that is misplaced? These people are hilarious.
She took the towel and was about to walk away when the woman named Mandy turned to me and said, "Lady, you better not mess with the owner of this establishment, or I have to call the police."
I silently chuckled at her statement. Well, there's nothing more stupid than them. Call the police? What did I do that is so hideous to be considered a crime? Murdered someone? Well, no, I haven't killed anyone yet in this country.
"Hey, ma'am, for you to know, it was your owner who bumped into me. So, back off, or you will know the real me, and I bet you won't like it even a bit." I explained and warned her, and she turned to her owner. Yeah, that girl with blonde hair and nice electric blue eyes owned her. This older woman is a worker here, I guess.
The fussy girl turned to me again, and before she could speak, I stepped closer to her till our faces were four inches away. I'm so tired of this already, and I want to go home so I can eat and sleep for the rest of the day. It's still so early on a Saturday morning in the summer. People here are so damn hot-headed. I should have stayed in my room.
I stared deep into her blue eyes to warn her that I am not afraid of whoever she is.
"So, you are the owner of this place, eh? And what do you expect me to do? To bow on to you like you're a queen and do everything you say? Not gonna happen, Miss, even in your wildest dreams." I let out, and there it goes. I lost my temper. I'm just so pissed already. Why am I even wasting my time here?
She seemed stunned upon hearing my words, and I can see through her eyes that she was about to explode in anger, too. Okay, let's see what you got.
"We are not yet done here. We will meet again, and I'm going to make sure that you will kneel in front of me." She growled while trying to calm her voice so she would not sound mad.
Then, I grinned as her statement registered to my mind. That sounds interesting. She wants to see me again! Why for? Hmmm.
"Alright then, I can't wait to see you again. By the way, it was so nice meeting you." I replied and winked at her before I turned around and left before she could say anything.
I walked confidently through the doors while wearing a big grin on my face.
'Stupid humans.' I muttered.
"You will pay for this, Freak! I'll remember your face, and I will make sure that you won't get away with this! You..." I heard her yell, but I did not pay attention to her at all. I just went straight to where my motorbike is parked.
'So, I'm in debt with that girl? How much could that dress and her coffee cost? And, why the f*ck do I care? We'll probably not see each other again. America is so damn wide, let alone Cali.' I thought as I wore my helmet and then revved my baby.
'She looks gorgeous, though'. I thought of her again while smirking as I am driving on the highway, but I quickly shook it off. Why am I even thinking of a girl who is looking so nice? No, I am not crushing on her. I was just thinking that she is cute. Nah, erase that. She's a total pain in the ass.
Claire is a typical nerd at school, but she's a club DJ and a performer during weekends. She has been bullied since she started school with a particular girl named Samantha, their academy's Queen Bee and Head Cheerleader. But little did Claire know that her bully, whom she hates the most, feels something special for her since the first time they met.
Note: *This is not a horror story!* --- Olivia Jillian Hunters has it all— beauty, body, brain, money, friends, the perfect boyfriend that every girl wanted, and the haters, of course. But because of a broken heart from knowing that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with Sydney Roswell, her long-time enemy, OJ got into an accident that caused her to be in a coma. OJ woke up one day and knew that she was not in her body... not even near. She is now a ghost. When OJ overheard that her physical body was living with a machine for life-support and would not go for long, she panicked as she didn't know how to stop her parents from letting her die. In searching for help, she found herself wandering in the academy and learned that Sydney was the only one who could see and hear her. Will she ever ask for help from the girl who she hates and hates her back even more?
(The Queen And The Freak Sequel, BUT... Can be read in your comfort.) *** The hybrid mates, Blair and Pryce, have just woken up from sleeping and are surprised to know that thirty years have passed since the last time they were awake. Things were about to change in their lives as they had to cope with the things in the new era. Old-looking old friends and new people to meet, new ways of living, new schools, new status, new powers, new roles, new problems, and new almost everything. How can they survive if their new lives are about to be destroyed by old enemies?
Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.