Crime Novel Pseudonym Queen Novels & Stories

She was no match for Kevin when it came to verbal battles. Serenity flipped over the photo and read the information on the back. There, it was written that Hayden Queen was the “eldest son” of the president of Queen Enterprise. Since it was written in quotation marks, it seemed that she was not actually the oldest son. “He’s a she?” “Yep, she’s a woman who disguised herself as a man for more than twenty years. It’s like the saying, fake it till you make it. She’s different from Casey Stoll from Annenburg.”

I give a small nod and she pours a little more into my glass, leaving me alone again. The hostess walks in my direction followed by a woman behind her. I have to say I have never met the author. Her identity has been concealed, and she writes under a pseudonym. When the hostess moves and I see the woman in front of me, I feel like I have been punched in the stomach.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

She could spot glowing hair and eyes that stared back at her sharply. “You see her, don't you?” That was the Queen, Belladonna knew that voice. She turned to her immediately. She was standing right next to the coffin, her silver eyes holding accusations, her gray hair in a low bun. “If you were truly Xinora, she would be ashes but she is not. You are lying.” Belladonna's heart raced. Ashes. They must have given the King the fake one then. Lied to the King. Why? That didn't stop Litya from dying, and the Queen really loved her; that only protected her lie. So why had they done this?

"The assassin got away." "What? How...?" Carlyle inquired in shock. Lucian couldn't help but imagine what his facial expression would be like at that point. "He was dead." "I thought the same," Lucian said. "I smell some sort of connection with mystic powers. It has the signature of a witch written all over it. From enchanted silver to wolfsbane in smoke, to fake but realistic deaths. It's not normal." "Absolutely..." Carlyle replied weakly through the mind link.

"We'll listen." As always, she's the Queen of our family so my Mom had no choice but to hear what Sarah had to say. They listened in silence, throwing a few questions sometimes. Sarah told them how she was framed up by Amelia to avenge my and Ingrid's death against the Irvine. When the truth is, they had nothing to do with it as we never died seventeen years ago and she was just used to create turmoil between the pack. On how she'd seen Ingrid's mark on my wrist so she forcibly took me to question me about it. When in truth, I really had no clue at all before, being that it was a spell that stopped my transformation for years in order to hide me. She also told them why she was posing as Dana

But at the end of every line, every arrow pointed to a single codename. Giuseppe whispered the name like a curse. "They call her 'The Queen.' She owns it all, Don Maximo. Everything." "What Queen?" Maximo grabbed the tablet. "Show me her name!" With a shaking finger, Giuseppe opened the final file. The signature on every contract was the same. Oriana. The blood drained from Maximo’s face. The tablet slipped from his numb fingers, shattering on the marble floor. He collapsed onto the sofa. "No... impossible..." he whispered. "That woman... the woman who just plays with art... the little gallery owner I was protecting..."

Dominic stated. Jasmine gasped. "What? No! You cannot divorce me!" "I filed for divorce from Jasmine Harrington the minute my lab found her fingerprints on the poisoned baby bottle," Dominic continued. "I also filed criminal fraud charges. She forged her identity. She faked a birthmark. Any custody claim she makes is dead. She is facing prison time for child endangerment." The lead Fontaine lawyer whispered into Victor's ear. Victor shook his head. The legal threat was broken. The marriage was a fraud. The custody waiver was tied to an active criminal case.