Bitter Queen Novels & Stories

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Selene had planted a seed, and Alessia now had a choice: uproot it… or let it grow into something darker. But one thing was clear: She wasn’t a pawn anymore. She was a queen in the making. And queens didn’t beg. They burned.

She's such an intimidating one compared to the other two. "Ariel dear," I begin again, "Forgive me. I was texting the Queen to ask her when will Snow White be here." I was indeed texting their mother when will the bloody babysitter come for the fact she's supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. Thirty, not twenty, not ten, but thirty fucking minutes ago. "Oh? Snow White's joining us?" Excited Cinderella chimes in. "Really?" And Belle is already smiling so wide that pushes her eyes to be smaller.

“Our empire is waiting for you. You need to rule our people and prove your worth as our daughter. I already had enough of you tainting our names. I don't want you to live in this kind of place anymore.” I had goosebumps hearing how controlling she sounded on end at her cold and dangerous speech. The coldness is still there, it actually never left. The name Queen Lady Santiago stands for coldness. And me being her daughter doesn’t excuse me for being treated as if I am her possession and not a child she reared for twenty years. Not even when I lost my child made her change one bit. She made no room for me to grieve because she immediately sent me to her office to train me.

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

Queen angela looked at her with pain and disgust , " you are going to pay for this bitch she yelled at her ..'' oh, mommy don't you remember me I am still your child, she mocked her and laughed evilly. Queen angela left her husband at the ground limping and with a shallow breath , you are going to pay for this you bitch she yelled at her and soon she fold her hands trying to make a water ball but she was striked down with a poison from the lord of the serpents" Marina"

I hiss, stepping in front of her. “I- Forgive us, Blessed One,” she lowers her head to the ground, stretching her arms out further in front of her. “Not what I asked,” irritation coats my words, “who ordered the death of my mate?” I snarl, feeding off the fear-induced aroma wafting through the room. “It was I,” the Queen brazenly whispers with remorse. I raise my blood stained shoe, place it over the top of her bony knuckles and twist it until I hear the satisfying sound of her bones crunching as they break. She screams in agony, trying to pull her hand out from under my foot, and I twist it the other way.

Claire snorted jealousy. “ You seems to be jealous of a dead woman, what a life” Queen rasped walking to the door barging it so hard almost breaking it down but she sat down breathing hard in the floor in anger. “ If not for the resemblance with Alex, I would have doubted your identity” Claire rasped throwing daggers at Queen while still holding her bitten arm. “ You actually deserve the bite” Queen mumbled trying to dust off her hand from her hair. “ Aren't you ashamed, is it proper for you to be fighting me” Queen rasped showing her her injured arm. “ You even gave me a cut” Queen grumbled with a cough.

The Queen let out a laugh as she gulped down her glass in one go. "Where's the fun in that, May? Ever heard of the term Bitter before sweet? All of us had to go through bitter and dark moments in our life before we got a glimpse of heaven. The more bitter our hatred and wrath becomes, the sweeter our revenge and rewards will be." The Queen smirked as she refilled their glasses with wine and handed over the other glass. May smirked as she took the glass again and together they had a toast. "And besides, you cannot deny that you were also having some fun conversing with the warrior, weren't you? May?" May grinned in return as she remembered the intense glare and hatred she received from the bo