Beauty Queen From Beetlejuice Novels & Stories

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

He thrust faster and faster in sheer ecstasy, causing the young woman’s delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. From his perspective, it was a breathtakingly sensual and exquisite sight. With every thrust, the plump flesh of her snow-white buttocks would ripple in soft waves as they were slapped against him—especially with a massive, throbbing cock standing erect and exposed right in the middle. The stark visual contrast was enough to make anyone’s blood boil. The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly.

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.

I corrected him, and he laughed. "From today until my last breath for me, you are my Queen," he said, looking at me and promising me with his eyes. "But you will always be my Beast," I promised.

My God. My smirk faded and turned into a surprised expression. She was…beautiful. Her doe hazel eyes, puffed lips, and that fucking perfect hourglass-shaped body. And her braces are gone. Her peach coat hung perfectly on her shoulders as the tight buttons of her black shirt were ready to pop out. By seeing her expression, I can say she’s as shocked as I am. “Rowan,” I heard her muttering as I quickly changed my expression into the snarky one.