Beauty Queen From Beetlejuice Novels & Stories

It is very clear. A woman is standing by the pool. She looks like me.. She is different. She is taller. Her skin is grey. Her hair is wild and black. "You are late " she says. Her voice echoes off the walls. "Get away from the well " Killian says. He steps in front of me. "The well is not for you " the woman says. "It is for the Queen.. She does not want to be cured. She likes the power. She likes the way the darkness makes her feel."

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

“Who knows, Miss. You were suddenly in my vineyard last night. I came to check the traps for the bats. Maybe you are drunk and get lost in my garden.” “Drunk? I am a Princess. Drunker not allowed in my kingdom.” Deril heard what Queenie’s said. He laughed. He looked at Queenie from top to bottom. That girl was beautiful. Her skin was white, with long dark brown hair, pink lips, and round eyes as bright as the moon. But Deril saw the clothes she wore; absolutely, she was just a commoner. And she claimed to be the Princess? Was this girl being funny? Deril laughed so hard.

Her fingers curled into the bedsheets, tearing the high-thread-count fabric like it was wet paper. "They took her..." the Queen rasped, her voice finally finding its edge. "They took my Aurora." "Then get up and help us take her back!" Beatriz snapped. She turned and grabbed a nutrient shake from the bedside table, shoving it into the Queen’s hand. "Eat. Heal. Or stay here and be the first thing your daughter kills when they finally send her to finish the job." The Queen looked at the bottle, then up at the King, who was watching her with a mixture of terror and awe. Slowly, her shaking fingers tightened around the container. She took a swallow, her eyes never leaving the Elder’s.

The queen chuckled, like she was very amused. "Joque is such a good friend. We just love teasing each other, but in times of need, we always have each other's back. She's the best!" "You, young ones!" She gave me a sweet smile while transforming into her true form. Gosh, she's very beautiful in her yellow gown that has golden tassels. Her wrinkles disappeared, and now she just looks like someone in her 20s. Her gray eyes were enchanting, and Joque was very lucky to have inherited her alluring beauty.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

Madison told them. “You’re his queen. How can you be his enemy? He gave you a harem of your preferred supernatural to make you happy. How can we trust you?” Bryant asked scowling. “I may be a queen, but I’m not his. He kidnapped me, had the trackers tag me, too. My best friend is all alone without me to protect her. The man I love thinks I, somehow, stopped loving him. And I’m forced to have sex with that creature.” She shivered with disgust. “Shut up, pup. I need to finish what I’m saying before they get back from the store.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

The drunk man asked him, attempting to push him off. Zane held him in place however, his heart strangely aching with the small whimpers of the girl behind him. "Did you cause trouble again, Jasmine?" Came the gruff voice of her employer. Before she could say a word, the big woman had turned her to face her, and landed a slap on her right cheek, following it up immediately with another on her left cheek. Her hair came on both sides of her face as she lowered her head, her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

This time he kept his lips pulled together before going over to the window and jumping out. ~ My entire life of being the Jopok leader, I usually wore suits to prove that I am just as competent as any man but from tonight, I shall do no such thing. I gave myself a once over in my body-length mirror, for the first time ever, seeing myself in a feminine light. A ruby red dress hung from my tiny frame stopping at my ankle. It was a backless dress, the fabric clung around my neck t keep my small breasts in place and the skirt was loose and flowing.