Crime Novel Pseudonym Queen Novels & Stories

someone else adds. They crucified the Queen without caring if the words were true or not. The group begin to gather attention and with each arrival, the story of the Queen being a pervert is repeated, and the new comer displays the same reaction as the other ladies. Concubine Su stands within the group not saying a word but secretly enjoys as the women brutalized the Queen’s reputation, while the news of her sleeping with her servants ciculates around the tea party until it hits the Queen’s ears.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

Salvi stared at the open case file as if it were a living creature. Every photograph, every transcribed recording, every name… All of it could bring the Moretti clan to its knees. Could send Alejandro Moretti to prison for the rest of his life. And yet, the Deputy Commissioner didn’t lift a finger. His hands trembled. Not from fear. But from rage. Because of her—the queen— She had beaten him. Again. She used his daughter, Luciana, Cassandra— as chess pieces to break him. She didn’t need courts, judges, or lawyers.

He wanted the Solace Queen to think we kidnapped her daughter and killed her, but he missed the part where the Queen didn’t care about Emmi. “You know if I had to choose? Damn, I think Emmi would win over Adelia.” We all tense and glare at him. What the fuck? I step forward. “Adelia was sweet as hell in bed, but Emmi is wild! She is a Wolverson, Emmi, that is. Adelia, well, she may have been born one, but she lacked something, that crazy bit. She would fuck a guy and move on. It was too easy to pay a guy from Solace City to make her love him, just to rip out her heart and make her wish she was dead.” I hear a scream as everything goes black. My body convulses with rage and sadness. It was hi

The woman in a tight red dress, Is sitting with her legs crossed, and in her left hand, she is holding a burning blunt between her fingers. Her lifeless eyes keenly regard me and suddenly, a smirk appears on her red-painted lips. The smirk is nothing but evil. "Surprised to see me?" She purrs, takes a deep inhale from the blunt, and exhales it in my direction. I hold my breath until the smoke subsides before I continue breathing. I think I underestimated her. Or I was stupid enough to let my emotions control me. How could I forget how cruel the world is? "I am not. It would be embarrassing for the mighty queen to go down without a fight. Even if she was just a fake queen, it was queen regard

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

Another thing that added to my doubt and wonder was when I saw the woman wearing a simple yellow dress because I was sure that the queen hated this color and taste of fashion style, and the queen was not white; she was completely brunette. When I turned back to the photo, I saw the blood written on those letters. "Sheila." The blood ink that is written is not human but comes from my fellow wolf. When I read this, my frame of mind suddenly changed, and my hunch was not good. What does this picture have to do with my case? Is this evidence I can use to bring justice to the queen and clear my name? Or is this another trap that will grind me down even more? "Are you guys done cleaning up?"