Blonde Queens Novels & Stories

One of the Blondies, the nickname I assigned to Lucy’s group since they all had the same hair color, added, “Do you perhaps think that you are a Lycan Princess to act this way? Sorry, but you’re just nothing!” Lucy rolled her eyes. “I know, right. It’s good that Ryle felt the same way. Or else, this trash would think she’s some kind of queen now, being chased by a popular guy like Ryle.” The tallest Blondie, the most annoying one, jumped into the conversation. “Well, good thing that Ryle chose Crisha instead. At least, she is one of us and definitely more deserving than this bitch. Right, guys?” The rest of the Blondies nodded their heads in approval, making my gaze turn to Crisha.

I tell him and he laughs because he knows how primitive they all become. “You can’t blame us, Gorgeous. You are hot and the only purest breed of lycan queens,” he says defensively. I like him, but sometimes I want to clap him really hard because he sees nothing wrong with their behaviour. It turned out that I am the only she-lycan around. All the current lycan queens are wolves mated to lycans, hence their obsession with me. Nora says maybe them not knowing about my existence until I got my lycan was somewhat a blessing. I would have never been able to repel them otherwise.

She was so stunning she completely eclipsed the brunette with her beauty and he quickly saw the men’s eyes shifting to her as Mylene spun her around making her red/gold hair swirl out before settling around her slender shoulders. 'Come on girlfriend, shake that petite little ass of yours.' Mylene jiggled her ass making Lissa laugh out loud, 'I can't do my ass is too small.' Then yelped when Mylene slapped it,

The same place I found this she-wolf. After we stole Ryker's sister from Red Moon I decided to go back and look at their prisons roster. There were many wolves that didn't appear to be hard criminals, deserving a life sentence of beatings and filth. Especially not the warrior goddess we took. As I approached the last cell I watched intently at the lean women with her long blond hair in tight braids. She was the image of a Viking Queen. I thought how perfectly her ass fit in the black yoga pants and how scrumptious her large breast were in a grey sports bra as I followed her body moving up and down in push ups. Much better then the oversized dirty shirt and slacks from her previous prison.

"Of course my Lord! And will you need hot meals and entertainment? I will provide all that I am able to ensure your comfort." "A meal would be nice. I happened upon this mountain lion on my way here and I believe it would be well served roasted and shared among your people." Jesu noticed the lion and nodded, whistling loudly. A moment later, a girl came out of one of the houses. She had light brown hair with golden highlights, cream white skin and a delicate face. Her eyes were blue with hazel flecks, and her lips had a natural pink tint to them. Her face appeared flushed, as if she had been working hard or running, giving her cheeks a rosy glow. Liam stared at her for a moment, and then loo

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

They would have been four just like the males but Alphine had longed given up on the throne and escaped the palace. Initially, Ivy thought that was the last of the humans, but she was proven wrong when another batch was brought. Even before they spoke the rules, Ivy knew herself too well. She won't be able to do it, she can't drain or rape anyone. But the rules were different this time. Instead of draining or anything, the humans were grouped into three. Fifty humans in each group. “Since any of these women might be our future Queens, we need to get their abilities!” Elder Mason spoke in his old gruff voice.

" She added I sigh, proceeding with what I was doing in my locker. Heels clicked as they all walked to me and, if I say all, I mean Kendall and her clique. They are three of them, just because she is popular, rich, and dating Dylan she turned herself into some queen that must be worship, stupid!. I tried my best not to look them in the eye because I've been punished a lot of times for that and I don't think I'm ready for any drama this morning. "Where else could the smell come from when the freaky psycho is here" said Katrina while chewing her gum loudly like she always does. They are the K-QUEENS, Kendall the leader, "Katrina, and Kayla, the handbag" she said loudly in my head. "Just shut u

Fiona asks. I do not answer immediately. Instead, I walk toward the window. The sunlight is brighter now. Warmer. But something about today feels heavy. Uncertain. “I do not know,” I admit. Fiona steps closer. “They are both beautiful.” “Yes,” I say quietly. But beauty is not the problem. What tonight represents is. A gathering. All the queens present. Lila will be there. Idra will be there. Everyone will be watching. Judging. Waiting. I place both dresses carefully on the bed.

"Take mine and get out!" A moment later, Brandon stepped into the office. The Alpha’s aura was jagged ice. Brandon didn't linger; he grabbed the magazine and retreated. He flipped to the centerfold. 'Collins Parker’s Dream Man: Charles Whitaker.' Brandon winced. He retreated to his own desk and dialed McQueen immediately. "What is the meaning of this interview? The High Alpha is five seconds away from a lunar shift in the middle of a workday." "Natalie Brooks was pushing that 'Steel Queen' narrative for weeks," McQueen’s voice crackled with amusement. "Collins needed to remind the Kingdom who actually owns the ice. It’s branding, Brandon. What’s the issue?"