You Can Call Me Queen Bee Novels & Stories

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

I still have the right to feel pain. "Okay, now, let's all welcome, Ms. Alyia Lyra Vega!" I heard a loud voice from a girl that I guess is my sign to come in. "Go." Irene said that made me walk inside with my wide smile. My wide fake smile. Cosmos' Point of View. "Your Majesty. The Queen is currently inside her room as of now, why did you call me?" A girl said that's in front of me now, bowed her head down.

He placed a hand on his chest and heaved a nervous sigh. “Don’t be scared, I got your back. Just trust me in this because this will be fun. I just need to play my cards right to get my desired outcome.” I gave him a convincing stare which he returned with a reluctant nod. “I’m the queen here, they fear me,” I joked, winking at him. “You sure are. Almost everyone is talking about you on the internet, just saying.” “Wait do you have an Instagram account?” I asked, raising my brows expectantly.

Hesther’s POV My brother and my so called friends call me Queen Bee for fun. Zayn calls me that becaue he thinks that I am using the family money and fame to get people do what I want them to do. Essentially, dear Zayn is correct. What he does not know was that, I was more than that. I never hid the fact that I dislike him. I let him feel that whenever I had the chance. I hate it that he is favored than I am.

I told her before I lost my nerve. “I see. Well, I should be happy for you, I guess…” Queen replied after a small pause. “Thank you, really,” I thanked her again. “Well, don’t be a stranger. I’ll miss you to be honest. I don’t have a daughter, so I sort of view you as one. Please come and visit me. We can also hit the bar together!” Queen said as she tried to sound cheerful. “Sure. I’ll definitely keep in touch. Don’t worry about that. I’ll continue working at the bar and at King’s company too. You can call me, and you know where to find me,” I said with a smile.

Audacity of this woman to ask me after planning on killing me! "You'll be the Queen of the Mafia Prince of America."

Edward asked. A half-smile made its way onto her face. “So you knew who I was the whole time. Unfair, since I don’t even know your last name. But sure. Go ahead and call me Angel. Some of the girls at the toddler pageants called me that when I was little because they couldn’t pronounce my full name.” She closed her eyes and he found himself staring down at this unique girl who seemed to hate her life yet continued on with things as if to spite it. A beauty queen taking advantage of the system to become a doctor was an intriguing concept.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

—he had specially given her two days off without docking her pay. She blissfully enjoyed two days of personalized butler service from the CEO, having everything done for her—from dressing to eating. Like a little princess pampered to the heavens, she lived a truly dreamlike life for those two days. Moreover, strangely enough, whenever she tried to call Adrian, she could never get through, which worried her greatly. Finally, that evening, the phone suddenly rang. Sarah answered the phone without even looking at it. “Hello? Adrian?” “……” The person on the other end paused for two seconds, then said, “Miss Sarah, Mr. Ethan is drunk at a bar and keeps muttering your name.”

Harmon lives to be needed and useful; she hasn’t outright asked me anything but I know she’s here for information and now she knows she won’t get it. “You think you’re going to kill me?” Harmon snarls as she presses herself against my chest; she licks up my neck until I can feel her biting hard on my ear. “Sweetness, I’m endgame; I’m the motherfucking Queen Bee and I say when we’re done.” I shiver hard when she sticks her tongue in my ear. I’m desperate to get her off me but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t buck her off.