Beautiful Queen Novels & Stories

Every movement dripped elegance and death. The Queen. Her smile was almost tender as she looked down at them. “Such devotion,” she murmured. “The girl who loves the beast. How poetic.” Aria rose to her feet, the gold in her eyes flaring. “You’re the one who turned him into this. You think I’ll let you win?” The Queen tilted her head, amused. “Win? My dear, I already have. You’re standing in my kingdom, breathing my shadows. Every second you stay here, your light fades. Even now, you feel it slipping, don’t you?”

“But I proved you wrong…. and you know what? You changed my mind. I want to be the queen. I will fight until the end and will get the council's approval.” “Good night, Your Majesty,” She added. She bowed her head with fake respect and turned to leave. Every single day. I was falling in love with her more. Zayden purred inside my mind. Shut up. I shot back. Just admitted Asrik, she’s breathtakingly beautiful. Smooth talker. Strong and brave. The perfect Luna Queen for us and for the kingdom. Cancel the rest of the challenges and go on with the mating ceremony. I can't wait to mark her….to claim her. Zayden continued.

Her soft, white breasts were dotted with suction marks and fingerprints, and her delicate, luscious pussy was utterly uninhibited, constantly taking in and releasing the man’s massive cock, made so wet that her juices were overflowing and flowing freely. Anyone who saw that would want to fuck her senseless! Finally unable to hold back, she sobbed as she was fucked, her eyes welling up with tears of physical pleasure. The sight of this beauty, her face streaked with tears like rain on pear blossoms, only fueled the man’s lust even more. His massive cock was rock-hard as it ruthlessly pierced her pussy, pounding her until she moaned incessantly, “Wah… no… I… don’t want to…”

Her mother looked every inch a gothic queen in rubies and black opals. Next came Bessa and Deandra, daring and dazzling, smiling wickedly as they claimed the floor. Then, one by one, the Council witches. Power radiated from them, sharp and undeniable. I held my breath as the herald raised his voice. “Lord Alister Silverlake and the Queen Witch Supreme, Aminda Loretta Bettencourt.” My jaw tightened. With him? Rage boiled as I yanked at my bow tie. Her silver-blond hair fell in perfect waves, black-tipped strands swaying to her waist. Diamonds glittered across her black gown, clinging to every curve. The neckline plunged low—too low. My fists curled. No one else should look at her that way.

"Monarch Mansion is launching tonight too." The name hit me like a sledgehammer. Monarch Mansion. Of course. My jaw clenched involuntarily. The Queen of the West—her timing was no accident. She chose tonight, of all nights, to unveil her ridiculous attempt at a hotel. It couldn't be coincidence. No, this woman—whoever she was—had clearly made it her mission to challenge me, to go after everything I'd built.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

Her eyes were widened as she asked. Queen chuckled. “That is the beauty of the game.” “Huh?” “Yeah let them wait. They need to realize that I'm not just any cheap girl that is always available, let them also know that Queen is a classy busy lady herself.” “You don't say,” Bianca said and they both burst into laughter. “Yeah, let them wait,” Queen repeated.

I make my way into position to be able to grab the queen when the time comes. I get close and wait. It isn't long before the chance presented itself. The queen is a very beautiful female. Dominic has done well for himself. She follows a ball into the edge of the woods as she turns to return to the field. I approached her from behind, and as I get to just in reach of her, I say. "Your highness you look very beautiful today!" "Thank you! Was there something you needed?" She turns back to come face to face with me as I reach out, grab her arm, turning her again so her back is tight up against my chest. I whisper into her ear,

It is beautiful, serene… but heavy, every breath filled with judgement. At the center of it stands the Queen, her body shimmering faintly with threads of silver running through her skin, marking her for what she is: a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Her presence radiates command, her eyes blazing like molten silver. Here, she is not merely queen. She is divine.

Much like we Irish would. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she asked again. I took a deep breath. “You’re a beautiful woman, Irina.” She smirked at me. “Why thank you kind sir.” “Beautiful and deadly. And I would rather wait and see what I’m getting into rather than fuck your brains out only to find you’ve poisoned me through my dick.” She threw her head back and screamed with laughter, her back arched, breasts jutting upwards, her belly sunk into concavity in the extremity of her position. Her hands spread out like she was tied to a cross. The imagery was…compelling.