Beautiful Queen Novels & Stories

Her black eyes looked at her thoroughly. Then she turned and looked at Hector. "Shall I suppose that this is your bride-to-be?" she asked him. "Yes, Queen Aine." The edges of her lips lifted slightly, and her attention returned to Skye. She put her finger under her chin and lifted her face slightly to examine it better. Skye began to feel uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. "So beautiful!" the queen said. “Excellent choice, Hector. I hope she gives you strong children." At the mere thought of being in the same bed with Hector, her eyes widened slightly, and her face flushed.

Their group approached the woman in light orange dress and Jai realized she was the queen because of the crown she was wearing on top of her head. “Good day, gentlemen. It’s nice to see you in good health,” the Queen smiled at them warmly. She was beautiful and had this aura of motherly emitting around her. Jai couldn’t help the image of the queen bee from the famous bee animation from the past flashing through his mind. ‘Yeah, she looked exactly like that queen bee,’ Jai thought. “The pleasure is ours, my queen,” Darrion smiled his usual smile and bowed his head. The others followed suit.

He roared her name, climaxing with her. Too fucking intense. It left them both panting. She came once more on his spasming dick. Sobbing his name. Goddess! This was his heaven. She was his temple he will tirelessly worship every day. Without falter. Without second thoughts. This beauty was the queen of his heart. The Queen of his soul. His Beauty Queen. ______________

/ˈtidlˌāt/ stimulate or excite (someone), especially in a sexual way. Alessandro She looks exceptional in that fucking dress. A head-turner, every step she does with her head held high, tells a story to people she holds the power. Every characteristic a queen needs in her vocabulary and she exemplary perform it with ease. The crowd gawked at her.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see, but it wasn’t what was standing there. Standing on the other side of the threshold, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Long blonde hair that, if I didn’t know any better, was almost glowing. She had the brightest blue eyes, that reminded me of the clear salt water in Hawaii. She wasn’t muscular or even toned, but she wasn’t by any means overweight either. She was that perfect balance between the two. She was wearing something that reminded me of what the ancient Egyptian Female Pharaohs wore in the pictures of our history books from school; a headdress made of gold with stone accents, and a very revealing white dress with gold trimming.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

OR HOW TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER IT TOOK A WHILE FOR THE GIRL TO OPEN HER EYES,HER EYE 👁️ COLOUR WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FEATURE ABOUT HER IT WAS HAZEL, SO BEAUTIFUL, SHE'S A BEAUTY THALIA WHEN I OPENED MY EYES IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING ME, SHE SUDDENLY BOW DOWN TO ME HOW ARE YOU MY QUEEN 👑?? DID SHE JUST CALL ME QUEEN 👑 SHE WAS WEARING A WHITE DOCTOR COAT WAS SHE HERE TO HEAL ME FROM HIS BRUTAL HANDLING I CANT FEEL ANY PAIN I THINK SHE'S A DOCTOR, BUT WHY DID SHE BOW TO ME 🤔🤔🤔. I TRIED GETTING UP

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"That was the perfect finale. You nailed it, my dearie! Congratulations!" My heart deflated the moment Mamita wrapped my body with my robe. I suddenly felt weak, and my knees were shaking. I sat down and drank my water, and all the models came around me in a group hug. "Mamita was right. You are indeed the bomb queen, Beauty," Irene's eyes beamed excitedly. "In fairness, Beauty, you swept all the way. Can't you see? You are the judge's favorites," Tina said. "I'm so proud of us, girls!" Tanya screamed for joy, and the rest of the models followed. They are so happy that it's all over now.

"Now open your eyes, butterfly." He asked her while opening the blindfold of her eyes. Eva opened her eyes slowly, feeling the cold chilling wind on her sensitive skin. Her eyes widened at the scenario in front of her. It was a beautiful wedding venue in their huge mansion's garden where Naomi was present with her husband and their child. Besides them, there was a priest present in the aisle. Watching the beautiful scenario, Eva's eyes turned glossy. Vincent smiled at her reaction before taking steady steps to her front. "A crown for my queen."