Queen Bee Ntr Novels & Stories

All of Zetoma’s tips always thought about the interests of ordinary people. Then Queenie coded Fewa to open the door. Although her face was cold and calm, Queenie’s heart beat fast. It had been quite a while since she last saw his father. Queenie must leave her father and Kingdom to find hollymere wine. This all was for the sake of the healing of her father. As Queenie and Fewa entered the room, Argo and Finniah smiled at them. Suddenly, a butterfly with glass-clear wings rushed over and landed on Queenie’s shoulder.

Deborah asked, her lips quirking up into a smile. "I have more impressive things to worry about at the moment. One of Natasha's plans which is bound to fail anyway isn't enough to take my attention towards her." Queenie replied arrogantly. "Her other plans might've been miniature but I have this feeling whatever she's planning with Benjamin isn't a good thing because for one thing, he is one of the big bosses in the Conglomerate which is your worst enemy." Deborah stopped and so did Queenie. "I'm glad she has found someone worthy of her at least." Queenie smiled lightly.

Queen took out her gun and placed it by her father's side, close to his hand, saying, "I know that there are officers outside guarding this door, but you can never tell who would be working for Christopher. This is to protect you just in case anyone tries something funny." He laughed, "That's nice, good thinking, Queen." After speaking, Queen got up and walked out of the room. As she got outside the hospital, she noticed Shawn at the far end, with a few officers discussing. She quietly walked and secretly left through the back. Afterward, she took a cab back to Shawn's mansion. At this time, however, Shawn had no idea what was going on. Queen took one of his laptops and fixed the flash drive

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“It’s not as easy as you think it is, you know?” “On the bright side, at least, I endured what lie threw at me rather than trying to climb into another man’s bed to gain favor. Now look at her.” “You all sound like you do not know just exactly who Queen Aurora is.” “Ei, so you’ve met the queen bee? Oh, how sweet. How is she? Welcoming? Loving?” “Very welcoming.” “She’s feisty. I like her. You can have my space babes. I know they’re not going to make it easy for you. You may have to take your tongue though. Especially around Sarah and Queen. They’re devils in disguise.”

Nic orders. “Let’s hear it,” Teo growls against her ear, his thumb brushing her lip. “I am the Moretti Family Queen,” she whispers, her throat clicking. “We’re sitting down at the table inside our estate. What's the protocol?” Teo demands. “I am the Moretti Family Queen?” she asks, her voice rising at the end like a question. “So where does the queen sit?” Teo presses, his hands dropping lower onto her backside. “With the bosses,” Daniels says, her cheeks burning hot.

“Our second nominee, Tyler Cruz!” Another popular jock. Another bully. My jaw tightened. “And finally… Silas Rennick!” I was not surprised at all. The host shifted to the Queen’s nominees. “Our first candidate, Nerissa Vaughn!” The table of queen bees squealed as Nerissa stood, tossing her hair back like the crown was already hers. “Our second candidate, Thalia Quinn!” Predictable. “And our third candidate, Vivienne Ardan!” The crowd cheered again, though I barely noticed. I was distracted by the murmurs of the girls behind me.