Beauty Queen From Beetlejuice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Ah… no… don’t… it’s too big…” She couldn’t imagine how such an enormous phallus could possibly squeeze into her small, tight flower. At the very thought, she couldn’t help but shudder all over; her lower body grew even wetter, and a shuddering wave of pleasure slowly rose from her tailbone to every part of her body. Victor watched the petite woman, flustered yet unable to control her reactions, and chuckled to himself. A low, amused voice emerged from deep within his chest. “More than enough.”

Unexpectedly, my impromptu decision to pick Queenie up allowed me to witness a surprising scene. As the music signaling the end of the workday rang, the employees started to bid their farewells before driving off. Queenie stepped out of the company slightly later. She wore a long white dress, her hair cascading like a waterfall behind her. Her delicate makeup accentuated her petite yet exquisite features—rosy lips, almond-shaped eyes, and willow-like eyebrows. With a printed beige bag slung over her shoulder, Queenie resembled a university student. I had always known Queenie was attractive, but I never imagined that a slender person like her would look this stunning in the sunlight.

I definitely had to see the guy they were all crushing hardly on like this. Lucas better upgrade his game if not he's going to be losing his girl to someone else very soon. "Where the hell have you been?" The Queen shrieked appearing out of no where. She took predatory steps towards me approaching me with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You said this wasn't a trap." I whispered to Becca as I used my eyes to look for ways to escapebuy found none. The only escape was in the direction the Queen was coming from. "Well, it wasn't. As you can see the girls escaped her wrath already."

I really don’t expect you to morph into the perfect wife. There is, after all, no one either of us has to convince and I really can’t see you as the kind of woman who’d get up at the crack of dawn every morning to run her man to the station every morning with her coat over her pyjamas.’ ‘Don’t you?’ She was wearing a pale grey designer suit, sexy high-heeled shoes and her pale hair swept up in the height of sophistication. Steve had turned her into his ideal. The kind of woman who never had to wash a dish or iron his

Sage asked in curiosity. "Enhance strength and speed. Heighten senses, telepathy, the ability to turn someone like her and command all of our kind at her will. We never know if there's more she could do actually." "So you can also turn someone into your kind?" I shook my head at Sage's question. "No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world."

"Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my queen. Mi Reina." Her heart sped up, pounding with each word. He was going to take her away from Ignacio, give her another cage, turn her into another version of her current self. Mafia wife. And she would hate him for it. She pushed back, shoving away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "No," she told him. "I won't be your queen."

To remove whatever corruption had twisted her into this monster wearing the face of the woman who once helped me in the Pack House. But I lowered my gaze again, pretending to shrink under her words. "And how about Sister Brittany?" I whispered. It was not Pepper who answered. A laugh, sharp and rusted like a blade dragged against stone, came from the elder woman behind her. I lifted my head to see the older woman step closer into the dim light of the corner lamp. Her skin sagged with age, yet the magic swirling in her eyes pulsed with dangerous arrogance. "Brittany is our next Queen," the elder said, pleased with herself. "She is beautiful and graceful, and most importantly, she is very powe

“But like a beautiful rose, we may be beautiful but we are also dangerous. We can hurt people with what we have, like thorns of a rose, but thorns can also protect us from the harm of the world.” “You know that I am going to be here, Your Majesty,” I said and smiled a little. “I wonder how many things you are going to say to me, Queen Jonah… or shall I say, Witch Queen Jenova?” She did not speak. Instead, she picked one strand of rose. The beautiful face was f the queen revealed in front of me, and her porcelain skin was glowing as ever. Her accessories were sparkling due to the light from the sun, and she looked expensive with her huge and elegant gown compared to me.

Queen was watching reels on her iPad, when Jace came out looking scary with flour all over his frowning face. “ Why do you look like you just got bathed in flour?” Queen asked, trying to keep her laughter. “ I don't look like it, I was bathed in flour” Jace rasped, sitting by her side and sipping from her juice cup. “ Why? I don't trust you, who did you insult this time?” Queen said, wiping it off slowly from his face with a napkin.

There are skulls on the floor, skeletons hanging on the wall. Jucel sighed. She's somehow familiar with this scene but she can't remember why. She had hope that Lucian will come in to save her. The door to the dungeon opened, and Jucel saw a regal woman with white coat around her shoulders. There were dark circles around her dark eyes, and her hair was white, tied in a tight bun. She had an air of authority and elegance. She immediately knew this was the queen. "You're awake," the queen.