Boone Scream Queens Novels & Stories

Brent introduced his friends to me one by one before we settled on our seats. The first one who approached us was Hunter Ross. Yes, his broad shoulders are assets but he's less compared to Brent. Of course, I'm biased. Insane! The rests are Andrew Smith, Zach Linch, and Asher Johnson- who happened to be the co-owner of the club. They are undeniably good-looking men and their charms are irresistible.

"No! Please don't!" I felt like my heart was breaking. I never imagined I'd be assaulted like this, let alone by four poor men. Just then, a woman's voice called out, "Stop!" We all looked toward the door. It was none other than my colleague, Eva Anderson. Eva was in her 30s, with skin so well-maintained that it was smooth, firm, and so delicate that it looked like it might break at the slightest touch. Not to mention, her impressive breasts were in no way inferior to mine.

During a scavenge in a ruined department store three blocks away, things went wrong. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and decay. Rhea was upstairs searching for winter blankets when a frantic shout erupted from the loading dock below. She scrambled down the debris-strewn stairs, her heart hammering against her ribs, only to see Tess and Leo cornered by a pack of Grays. These weren't the slow-moving shamblers of the outer Fringe. These were lean, fast, and hungry, a pack of "Screechers" that had moved in from the subway lines.

“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.”

“Glow: Titan’s Descent” *Boom*

I shouldn’t have. They weren’t a threat, but they were terrifying in their own way. Paparazzi. A horde of them. Lying in wait like they knew we’d pass this way. Cameras flashed like lightning strikes. Drones zipped overhead. Shouts filled the air: “Is that her?” “Queen Tara! How does it feel to be mated to the Lycan King?” “Did you two mate in the woods the first night you met?” “Do you really eat raw meat?”

Kaydence POV... Heth and I made it to the library just as Heather was walking in. Her eyes scanned Heth and then she smiled. She took my arm and we walked inside. "So what's the deal with tall, dark and handsome anyway? Is he single?" I laughed. "Girl he is all yours as long as you keep him occupied so I can get closer with Christian." She looked back at Heth who was following behind us and then looked back at me.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

I knew that screaming would alert Damian and even Caden, if he was still awake. The moment I opened my mouth to scream, the creature locked its eyes with mine and I immediately clamped my mouth shut. **** The cold air slapped against my skin as I stepped out of the gates of the Manor. Rounding back to the forest, I kept my eyesight trained to the line of the trees just where I'd seen that creature. I couldn't resist the force and took a step. Each step brought me closer to my doom. And with each step I took, the mark glowed as if in approval.

someone breathes. "That’s Moana Queens." "Jesus Christ." "I think I just fell in love." I wanted to blind the eyes of everyone staring at her, she's made for me and me alone. The screams that follow their entrance are deafening. "QUEENS!" "OH MY GOD!" "MOANA!" "THEY LOOK INSANE!" From my spot still pressed against Bethany, she scoffs. “Of course they have to make an entrance,” she mutters. I don’t say anything. My jaw is tight, my eyes locked on Moana even though I tell myself to look away.