Bitter Queen Novels & Stories

She knew the way out of it, she knew how painful it would be to her, but she didn’t want her story to end that way, she didn’t want to be remembered as the traitor bastard, she didn’t want to be remembered as the girl who betrayed her own brother, she was going to fight until the end, even if it meant betraying her own father, she was going to do so. “Why Alexander? Why would you hit her like that?” Queen Beatrice asked the man that she was going to marry, her eyes wide in anger as she looked at him, his eyes however, were cold, he was barely even looking at her, and that itself annoyed her, she was not one who liked to be ignored.

A strange, sharp ache hits my chest. "Do you know me?" I demand, looking from Novalee to the tallest man by the door. "Any of you?" "You are Betty," Novalee says, her voice too loud, too deliberate. "You are the Lycan Queen. You belong to Prince Adriel and Prince Mitchell. You are their mate." "Their what?" I squint at her. "Lycan? Like the monsters in the old films? The things that rip people to pieces in the woods?"

I looked at my phone. Whether it be the live stream or the online comments, everything was completely reversed in an instant. [That brought tears to my eyes! Those heroes sacrificed so much! They deserve our respect!] [Eve Green, we misunderstood you. Thank you!] A shrill voice cut through jarringly. "Even if this is true, it doesn't erase the fact that Eve's family's company released toxic cosmetics to harm the public!" I looked at Jenny, whose face was twisted with obsession. I sighed. She completely lost it. Even at that point, she was still making her final, desperate struggle.

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

happy tears flowed down his face, "We thought... It's been so long since we've heard from you." David told him everything that had happened. They chatted, catching up on lost time, and David briefed Raphael on the impending battle. Soon, Queen Bithia joined the conversation, her voice filled with joy and relief at seeing David alive and well. Queen Bithia, much like Raven, was a strong and regal figure, leading her own harem of twenty mates, with Raphael by her side as her King and powerhouse.

She started making trouble at school when she was in mid-school. Ever since then, she has been known to be the “Queen of Bullies.” Nobody dares to reprimand, discipline, or offend her. Her temper is the worst anyone can ever encounter. She is a bitch to everyone. She oppressed and bullied everyone that pricked her eyes. Boys and girls. Students and teachers, no one has ever managed to win over her. She rarely, or rather, never smiles. She seems annoyed when she sees people with slow understanding. Even the teachers can’t escape from her measuring gazes when they are in front of the class lecturing. They feel like walking on eggshells during their lectures, uneasy, knowing they have to be ver

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

"You are not my mother." For a fleeting moment, a mix of embarrassment and hurt flickered in the Queen's eyes before she quickly blinked it away, masking her vulnerability. "You're right, I'm not, and thank Goddess for that," she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you, acting like a disgrace." "No, I think you're just bitter," Malakai retorted, his tone laced with a hint of defiance. "Tell me, how does it feel to hold the title of Luna Queen for ten long years and know that your King prefers to fuck his slaves over you?"

Beta Jack separated the maid from the door. Beta Jack opened the door for the Queen. As soon as Queen stepped inside the room, the pungent smell of liquor hit Queen's nose. Also, the strong smell of s*x spread in the air. Along with the scents of her four mates, Queen would also catch the scent of women. She clenches her fists in anger. She knew that her five mates did not love her at all. But still, they never disrespect her by calling women in their house behind her back. But today they did.

I bite my lip, then give myself a firm reminder. Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz-Brodcraz of Shadowglade. I can do anything once I am the queen. I will be heard.