All Chapters of Claiming His Queen : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LILY.Rune's plans were always over the extreme, one that should be supervised before letting fly, but when a matriarch like Nonna was involved, the result was me in between these men masquerading a bold front while inside, I was a freighting train."Is there anything to lose?" he had asked in Nonna's room. But right now, I could think of numerous things at risk.I sighed in relief when, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Rune snatching Adler's gun; I flicked my hair back. He had begun this shit; it was just natural for me to play along.At least for me.Not to begin acting like it was all your idea, Lily.I shut down my inner voice."Lily, what do you do?" Luigi Guardiola began as he sized the ball with the club, "Apart from being beautiful?"He swung the club, sending the ball flying, momentarily capturing my attention. From his firm grip on the club to his swing, something about it seemed oddly familiar."I'm a caregiver," I replied when he began to walk up to me. It was how he wa

LILY.The shelves, rows, and columns were filled with books, and the smell of newly opened packages, ink, and flowers owned the room. I had never been in this space before, and staring at Rune's face, neither had he.Except for Adler.And there he was, obviously fidgeting and struggling to get his words out. That had to be the reason he didn't notice the huge bags under my eyes; he had all of his concentration on forming a simple sentence.In the last two days, there was the thought that he would never do it. Even after our encounter in the golf cart, I continued to be ignored, more like avoided, and yeah, I took it like a champ and sulked alone on my bed and in the dark.Seeing them now, I felt the darkness hovering around me disappear into thin air. It had been days of getting accustomed to the strangeness and struggling to get used to living without him."...can I text my apologies instead?"I scowled at him, and he sighed again. "Fuck me."Salvatore's smile was faint, but I caught

KYRAShe peeked through the slightly ajar door, sensing the stillness of the manor, smiled, and then slipped back into the room. Walking to the mirror, she untied the ribbon from her hair, letting it cascade down her back.Ruffling her shoulder-length hair to appear fuller, she frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Why did it look so strange? Was it the light brown nightie or the long tresses?It didn't feel right, but as Nonna always said, doing the 'right' thing doesn't always make you feel good.But what if it came with her changing herself because she felt she needed to? Finally becoming Nonna's idea of how she should be after years of resisting that projection, now here she was being it.Wasn't there another saying for that? Change was constant? She left her fingers trailing along the silk resting against her skin. Was it wrong if she did it for him to want her in a way she didn't believe he did?The Rune she knew wouldn't care if she came in a bin bowl with covers over her he

Neck deep in the tub, gazing up at the ceiling, eyes roughened and tired from all the tears shed, enough to make the foamy water salty.How long have I been here—a couple of hours? All day? I didn't want to know; it was peaceful enough in this position, within the silence, floating out of my body to keep the memories at bay.But that also wasn't a success, so often, I wallowed in my guilt, the tasteless scenario that had occurred hours ago replaying in my head, her heated confession refusing to leave the more I pleaded for it too. “She died because of you, Lily; you have always been the reason people get destroyed; you are a curse.”The tears had returned as I stared ahead at the empty stairs, my strength leaving me. So weak that I stumbled and clutched the rail to keep myself from falling flat on my face, wanting to block out all of her words with my fingers in my ears, but I felt too rigid even to make a move.“Does it give you a clue why I'm angry? How about you understand that th

SARA—There were rules, Rules that weren't to be broken.—She sat quietly on the bed, her eyes on his broad back as he faced the wall, the scars on every inch of his skin gleaming directly at her.He had been in this mood, waking up at night to find him glaring directly at the ceiling or pacing. It was becoming even scarier to be in the same space as him, for his mood could be discerned by his tight grip on the katana's handle.A couple of months later, she had stood in his face and broke the one rule that wasn't spoken about, the one rule that hung over her like a wet blanket of dark clouds.Ruslan walked over to the bedside cupboard, draggin it open; he pulled out a lollipop and kicked the covers close, desperately pouncing on the wrap.When his eyes fell on her, holding his gaze wasn't as easy as it seemed the last time. The calm turmoil in his pupils had her on freeze for almost half a minute before she dropped her lashes on the sheet.Since he returned to Russia, he had been this