Black Butler Queen Victoria Novels & Stories

There were some of my men already here. As I went up the stairs , I saw her… .. The woman with long curly black hair, with endowed curves. I froze, unable to move as I kept looking at her. She fought skillfully and powerfully. She had this blinding powerful aura to her, she moved like a skilled dancer, killing anyone who came her way. Two of the men who came with me ran towards her firing silver weapons but she dodged them like the speed of light. She stopped when all the men around her had been killed by her and it was I and the last man left. The man kept telling me that we should leave but I just froze looking her in the eyes.

the butler informed, causing me to arch my brow from what he had called me——a traitor. A woman with eyeglasses appeared from behind a bookshelf, acknowledging my presence. It seemed Gwen had her looks from her, telling me that the woman in front of me was her mother—— Ingrid Laveau. She was wearing a long teal floral dress, shaping her curvy form and her amber eyes on mine spoke of her grandeur. She was kind of intimidating for my soul but somehow, my intuition was saying that she wasn't a threat.

Alexander whispered but the feline didn't move an inch. "Hah! Like mother like son!” Alexander uttered as he rubbed Kuro’s belly and the feline started purring. “Wakey! Wakey! Little Kuro, time for your bubble bath!” He uttered again while shaking Kuro to wake up. The feline opened his eyes and glanced at Alexander with a poker expression, “Ngeowwwww!” “Your Majesty Kuro! I apologize for waking you up from your beauty sleep but her Majesty the Queen asked me to give you a bath. It’s been a while since you had one.” Alexander bowed his head and placed an arm below his stomach and the other one at his back.

“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.”

And the true mate bond with Darius called to her like a siren song from the future summit. She dressed for the day in another elegant gown, the perfect Luna mask firmly back in place. But inside, the queen was rising. The whispers in the dark had only just begun.

His pale skin and blood-red eyes are a contrast to his black hair loosely held together by a ribbon as it flows down his right shoulder. The Fae Queen, Cresselia, is slowly petting a small cat in her arms, a cat that I note has fairy wings on its back. Her long, silver hair cascades around her, her pale green eyes seeming both in and out of focus as she keeps a soft, demure smile on her face. Her gown is long and flowy, and I envy how elegant she looks in such thin fabric. “We are only waiting for King Ronald Windsor of the Human Country and Prime Minister Caroline Holt of Russia.” My father says, leaning back in his seat and sipping on his glass of lemonade.

He moved to stop Victoria, but it was too late. A chilling silence came from the other end of the phone. Then, the Don's voice boomed, each word laced with ice, "Salanto's dog, you have some nerve." "To dare sabotage the marriage we arranged for our blood." Hearing this, a flicker of fear crossed Victoria's face. Then, her eyes darted, a look of calculation crossing them, and she reached out and ended the call for me. She looked at me mockingly, "Aria, you think this is still a game? Calling your family when you can't handle things won't help!"

I make myself think that I have helped her, that I have actually, in my own way, saved her from years of mental worries. With that in mind, I take another step until I am standing next to the bed, where she is lying, asleep. Her comatose frame, inside the duvet, looks so pretty. I have never allowed myself to admire my own mate this way, talkless of if she doesn't reject me, the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings. Anastasia, The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: my monster tastes that phrase in our head. It is nothing but absolute perfection. I smile. Afterward, I watch her intricately. Anastasia is a beautiful human. I have seen many in my lifetime, and yet, she strikes me handsomely.