Novels by Her Majesty in Red

TERRAThe worst part wasn’t the fear.It was the waiting.Waiting made everything louder. Every thought sharpened until it cut, every doubt clawing at the edges of my mind like it wanted to tear its way out. I hated it. I hated the stillness, the way time stretched when I needed it to move.I paced across my room, heels clicking against the marble, the sound echoing back at me like a countdown. My phone sat on the vanity, screen dark, but I kept glancing at it anyway, as if looking might force it to light up.It would happen soon.It had to.Because if it didn’t, if this plan failed the way the others had begun to, then everything my mother warned me about would become real. I would fade. I would become background. A name people used to whisper about with pity instead of respect.And I refused to let that happen.A soft knock came at the door before it opened. Livia stepped inside, her expression tight, eyes scanning the room like she expected to find chaos spilled across the floor.“

JULIA The message reached me in the middle of a conversation that had nothing to do with danger.Phoebe was halfway through a dramatic retelling of something trivial, her hands moving like she was conducting an orchestra only she could hear. I was laughing, actually laughing, the kind that loosened my shoulders and made the room feel warm instead of watchful.Then my phone buzzed.I almost ignored it. Almost.But something in the timing, in the way the vibration felt too sharp against the table, made me glance down. A message notification. Unknown number, but not entirely unfamiliar.I opened it.I don’t know exactly what Terra’s planning, but it’s public and soon. Be ready.For a second, the words didn’t register. They just sat there, black text on a bright screen, disconnected from reality.Then the meaning settled.My laughter faded before I realized it had stopped.Phoebe noticed immediately. She always did.“What is it?” she asked, voice softer now.I turned the phone toward her

NEROI knew something was wrong before anyone said it out loud.Not because of rumors. Not because of whispers. Those were always there, shifting like background noise you learn to ignore. It was the silence between them that gave it away. Conversations cutting off when I entered a room. Messages that used to come easily now arrive delayed, filtered, cautious.Terra was moving again.And this time, she wasn’t hiding it well.I stood on the balcony outside my apartment, the city humming below, neon bleeding into the night like a wound that refused to close. My phone felt heavier than usual in my hand, screen lit with half-read messages from contacts I trusted less with every passing day.Most of them said the same thing in different words.She’s reaching outside the circle.She’s desperate.This could get ugly.I should have felt loyalty. Instinct. The old pull that had kept me orbiting Terra for years, convinced proximity to her meant proximity to power.Instead, all I felt was exhaus

MARCUSBy the time the last guest left, I already knew.Not the details. Not the exact shape of what Terra was planning next. But the shift was there, unmistakable, like a change in air pressure before a storm breaks. You learn to recognize it when your life depends on patterns.And Terra had just stepped out of pattern.I stood alone in the private lounge off the ballroom, jacket draped over the back of a chair, the low hum of cleanup echoing faintly through the walls. My phone lay on the table in front of me, screen lit with a steady stream of updates from three different channels.None of them panicked.That was the first confirmation.If she had tried something immediate, something reckless, I would be seeing alarms, not quiet data. Instead, what I saw were small movements. Contacts reaching out. Minor financial shifts. A few digital footprints that didn’t belong to anyone in my circle.Preparation.I leaned back slowly, folding my hands. Terra was not retreating. She was repositi

TERRAThe silence in my car felt louder than the gala ever did.No music. No phone calls. Just the faint hum of the engine and my own breathing, too sharp, too uneven, breaking the illusion of control I had held together all night.It wasn’t supposed to go like that.The plan had been airtight. The timing is perfect. The material was damaging enough to plant doubt even if Marcus tried to contain it. But instead of chaos, there had been… nothing. A flicker. A moment. Then the room moved on as if I had never tried to rip her world open.As if I didn’t matter.My nails scraped against my palm again, harder this time, until the sting grounded me. I welcomed the pain. It was proof I still had something real left.Beside me, Livia stared straight ahead, her posture rigid, lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn’t said a word since we left, which was worse than any lecture. My mother’s silence meant calculation, and calculation meant she was deciding how much of tonight’s failure belonged to

JULIAThe laughter in the room didn’t reach me. It echoed around, but my chest felt heavy, as if every polite smile and soft conversation carried a shadow I couldn’t ignore. I had seen Terra’s plan unravel in seconds, had watched Marcus regain control so smoothly it felt effortless, but the adrenaline didn’t fade. It lingered, sharp and raw, like a bruise no one could see.I pressed my hands lightly against the table in the corner, fingers trembling without meaning to. Phoebe appeared beside me instantly, hand brushing mine in that small, grounding gesture that had saved me more times than I could count.“Julia,” she said softly. “You’re fine. Look at me. You’re fine.”I forced a smile, nodding, but inside, everything was unsettled. I had survived. The attack hadn’t touched me physically. But it had touched something deeper, the edges of fear that lingered no matter how strong I felt. And now I realized how close it had come.“Are… are you sure?” I asked, voice lower than I intended.

ROXETTEThe door slammed harder than I meant it to. I didn’t turn back.Not like anyone inside cared.Dave’s voice still rang in my ears, tangled with my mother’s annoyed sighs. “Don’t come back if you’re going to act like that!” she’d shouted, the same line she always used.The evening air was cooler than I expected, brushing my skin as I walked with no real direction, my bag hanging heavy on my shoulder.A few blocks later, I dropped onto the metal bench of a waiting shed. The cold seeped through my clothes, but I barely noticed. Cars streamed past, headlights flickering like distant stars I could never reach.For a while, I just watched the world keep moving.Then I tightened my grip on my phone. There was only one place that had ever felt like an escape.I stared at Diana’s name on my screen, hesitating.A quiet voice told me not to, especially after last time.I exhaled slowly. “Why did it have to be her father?” I slapped my forehead. “Stupid!”Before I could overthink it, I t

ROXETTEAfter class, I went home to the rundown apartment my mom and I live in. I could already smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol before I even stepped fully inside.The smell alone was enough to make my shoulders tense.Home sweet home.Then I saw Dave, still in his late twenties. Mom is forty-four.He was sitting comfortably on the couch watching football like he owned the place. When he noticed me, his eyes dragged slowly down and up my body. I was wearing mom jeans and a tight crop top, my school bag still hanging off my shoulder.His gaze lingered a beat too long before he finally looked away, taking a long swig from his beer bottle.“Hey there, princess. How was school?”The familiar slur in his voice made my stomach twist. The apartment looked worse than usual. Empty cans, ash everywhere, the air heavy and stale.I clenched my jaw and breathed deep inwardly.Ignore him. Go to your room. Don’t give him anything.“Your mom’s out running errands,” he added lazily. “Said s

ROXETTE “Say it,” he orders, gripping my chin so I meet his gaze. “Tell me who you belong to.”“I… I belong to you,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that spot again and again. “I'm yours!”"That's right," he praises darkly. "My good little virgin is finally getting what she needs."He leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss while continuing to pound into me relentlessly. His tongue invades my mouth just as his cock invades my body, claiming every part of me completely and irrevocably.“Mmmhhpp!” My nails claw down his back. “D-Daddy… if you keep saying things like that…” I whisper between breaths.He chuckles low. “Oh? What happens if I keep talking dirty to my pretty little virgin?”His hips drive harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.“You get wetter,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, merciless circles. “Your whole body responds when Daddy talks about owning you.”He nips my earlobe, his hot breath send

ROXETTEChandler’s eyes darken at my words, a primal hunger flashing across his face.“Fuck,” he growls softly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?”He stands abruptly and lifts me easily into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me toward the stairs.“Daddy,” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like both a promise and a threat. “I’ll be your daddy tonight, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”He kicks open his bedroom door, carrying me inside before tossing me onto the massive bed. He looms over me, his gaze raking hungrily over my body.“But first,” he says, reaching for his belt, “you’re going to show me how much you want it.”He unbuckles it slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. “Strip,” he commands softly. “Slowly. Like a good girl.”I bite my lower lip. “Yes, Daddy.”I let my voice turn softer, sexier, as I slowly undress until I’m completely naked beneath him.His eyes burn with intensit

ROXETTE"W-what are you doing…?" I whispered, my voice trembling.His thumb traced over my lower lip, just a ghost of a touch."Testing," he murmured, barely above a whisper. "Seeing how far you’ll let this go."He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Roxette. With me… with your innocence… with the boundaries of what’s acceptable."His hand slid down to my neck, fingers curling lightly around my throat. Not squeezing, just possessive. Claiming."Do you even know what you’re getting into?" he asked, pulling back slightly to look at me. His eyes were intense, unreadable, scanning me like he could see every secret hiding inside me.The air between us was thick with tension, charged with something I couldn’t name. His body was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw power coiled in his muscles."Tell me to stop," he said softly. "Tell me this is wrong."But his grip on my throat didn’t loosen. He waited, watching me

ROXETTEThe realization hit me like a punch.I swallowed hard, my throat dry.My mind screamed at me to run—to sprint as far away as possible—but my knees felt like jelly. I could only stagger a few steps back.I let out a shuddering breath when Mr. Callahan stopped thrusting, but he pulled back his still-hard cock. A slick trail of white, translucent fluid followed.I’d seen penises before, but that… that was the largest erection I had ever laid eyes on in my life.How could that woman even take it?She must be a whore.I held my breath, frozen, as he stepped out of the bed, his pants hanging halfway down, moving toward me.The woman’s frustrated cries faded behind me. All I could hear now was my own heart hammering in my chest.Mr. Callahan’s gray eyes locked onto mine—sharp, predatory, unblinking. Standing in the doorway, his six-foot frame seemed impossibly tall. Every hard line of his shoulders, chest, and abs radiated danger up close.“Liking what you see?” His voice was low, ho