Dancing Queen Novels & Stories

I am deeply sorry ma'am, about the other day, we just had to make it look real", he apologized. I nodded, "I understand, it's okay I forgive you". ", What do I do with his body?". "Put it in a package and send it to the others, tell them Blu said hi", I said and then turned to the boys. You could see the shock, surprise and even horror on their faces. Damon walked up to me. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked shocked. I smiled, "Oh me? I'm the Queen".

Some started whispering. "No wonder she can afford such an expensive car." "You guys heard? She didn't even go through an interview. She just got parachuted in." "She was just in the boss's office alone. Bet her sugar daddy knows Mr. Leeds and told him to look after her." "Must be some old guy." "Screw this, I don't want to work hard anymore!" I stood up, towering over Summer, and retorted without mercy, "Oh, right, of course! If a young woman drives an expensive car and eats expensive chocolate, she must have a sugar daddy, huh?

Only at this moment did I truly understand that a woman should pursue power above all else. The dinner began. Luke stood on the stage, delivering a passionate and hopeful speech before finally announcing loudly, "Now, let us all welcome the Queen of the Werewolves with the greatest respect!" "Your Majesty!" The crowd bowed in perfect unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall as they awaited my arrival. I wore an extravagant outfit. Its intricate embroidery and dazzling gemstones sparkled under the lights. On my head sat the unique crown of the Silverfang Pack. It was a symbol of power and honor.

She’s so hot and tight, glomming onto my dick like a succubus. My whole body relaxes into her, everything going limp. Everything except my dick. My dick is still hard as fuck. I cant my hips, thrusting into her as I watch her reactions, my pace increasing exponentially as she arches her back, mouth open in ecstasy. I let myself go, really going to town on her. She grabs my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh and pulls me down to her. Our mouths mash together, devouring each other rather than just kissing. My hips don’t even stutter for a moment. It’s true what they say; hips don’t lie. And mine were proclaiming to the world that I wanted Irina McNally nee Dobrev more than I’ve ever wanted

The Queen, whom her heart is beginning to love, but knows it is impossible between them. As she lets her feelings out through her song, her eyes joins in, letting her sadness and pain track down her cheeks, like a river. When the sound of a voice crashed through her maelstrom of emotions it scared her. She jumped, whirling around in the direction of the voice, while her heart lurched hard against her chest. She stares widely at the Queen standing a few feet from her, bereft of speech.

Only to freeze, her heart seizing in her chest. It wasn't the nurse. Queen Dana stood framed in the doorway, her sinuous body clad in sleek workout gear that clung to every toned curve. Even dressed so casually, she exuded an aura of regal beauty and power that set Cathy's teeth on edge. ‘Perfect. Of course.’ The queen's full lips curled in a smile as she stepped into the room, her movements fluid and graceful as a panther stalking its prey. "Hello, Cathy," she purred, voice honeyed poison. "I'm so glad to see you're recovering."

I said. "Good." His eyes moved to the woman. She read the look and left immediately. He put his hands on my bare shoulders. His palms were rough. "You're the Sovereign Bride tonight," he said. "You don't flinch at cameras. You don't look at the floor. You let them look at you and you let them understand what it costs to touch you." I watched his hands on my shoulders in the mirror. "And if someone touches me anyway?" I said.

“I try.” Their food arrived, but their conversation continued. George discovered that Queen loved old movies. Queen discovered that George hated overly crowded parties. She told him she couldn't dance. He looked genuinely surprised. “You don't dance? “I can dance.” “Which is it?” “I can dance when nobody is watching.” He smiled. “So you're afraid of an audience? “I'm afraid of embarrassing myself.” I doubt you could.” “You haven't seen me dance. Maybe I should. Queen looked at him. Trust me, I don’t want to traumatize you.”

King Roy POV... After having a busy day at training area, I decided to release some steam. Going to my club “ FTB” was like going to work but it still has a way of cooling down the heat for me. I watched as people drink and dance, being happy is all making yourself happy but these people make me happy. A lady or is it a girl? danced just at the tip of the people merging together on the dance floor. She looked like she was new at this clubbing and all but she was carefree if she knew how to dance of not she didn't give a damn. I saw as she twisted her waist using so much effort I thought her waist would break she was dancing to ‘Kwami Eugene's song no dulling’ and I didn't know that one has t