Drama Queen Novels & Stories

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! The moon Goddess' gift of matchmaking becomes a curse when Artemis discovers that her mate is the one who has sentenced her to death! King Xavier Vincenzo Steel, ruthless king of vampires who has sworn revenge over werewolves. But just as she intends to use every means possible to bring her mate to his knees, he wants the one thing in her hand. The lycan throne. But the Moon Goddess has other plans for them.

To never give anyone the kind of power to destroy me. Once bitten, a million times shy! "Blaine. Mateo. Amyra. For the love of Freyr, you guys are the future of Draconia!" The Queen said in a frustrated growl. "This young woman will think we are a lot of uncultured morons. Please, behave while I go and talk with the manager," the Queen said and Mateo growled softly under his breath. "It is his fault," Mateo said with a frown as he pointed an accusing finger at Blaine, who just shrugged.

Brooke tapped my hand, so I followed her to the side of the stage. “Alpha’s, Luna’s and Betas, I want to thank each and everyone of you for attending this conference for the next few days. For those who do not know who I am. I am Derek. My mother is Beatrice the Queen. I have come back after a long hiatus as I found my mate. So she will become the future queen. So firstly I would like to introduce to you all my mate.” There were hushed murmurs in the crowd as Derek said this.

Hansel said. A woman stands in front of us. I looked at her from head to toe, I like the way she carries herself in front of us. “My name is Amara, the eldest daughter of the CEO,” she introduced and I nodded. “This investment will create billions of money entering this company once it is successfully established,” she said and she showed us the draft of the 15-storey building in front of the ocean. It is a resort. “This would be the tallest resort in our continent and since the government, opened our country for tourism,” she added.

Not every woman sits waiting to play submissive to Mr. dominant or to be swept off her feet by prince charming. Some sit in offices with their legs crossed on the table, and own their castles... Fuck prince charming. But Ricky Mears, an arrogant billionaire isn't prince charming, he's a certified asshole... Neither does he have time to sweep any woman off her feet. Things turn around for the both dominant CEOs when they meet... Suddenly Jade Kimberly Raymonds wants Ricky to play prince in her already built castle, and Ricky wishes she would need help being swept off her feet. Regardless of being an asshole, Ricky still has the body of Adonis, capable of making the woman bu

At nearly fifty years of age, her beautiful face was still capable of moving people. “Eden Callilarie greets the little sun of the Drachentia Kingdom, Your Majesty the Queen. May Lord Drachen blessed your day.” Eden, the only daughter of Marquees Callilarie, the Queen's older brother, was one of the three most beautiful women in the capital, alongside Fuschia. With her dark brown hair that flowed like honey and smooth unblemished skin. Her dress is a deep green that matched the color of the garden. The unique color dress and the design were so ingenious they would capture the eye of anyone.

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

What a drama Queen. I see a forest insect climbing up her leg. As she tries to kick it away. Her twig like legs shivering. " Ahh no... what's it...no!" " Get...off...me..ahhh...no..." She cries pathetically. Her body thrashing in the bounds. Making new marks to line her wrists. Rubbing her back on the tree. Grinding on it. She screams more louder this time. " Ahhh my back... it's...every...where...ahh"

Dylan: No one my queen, Actually I was just passing by (Dylan is about to leave) Queen Victoria: Stop! I know who you are, The filthy peasant my step daughter usually goes out to see isn't it? Now it's the other way around. Dylan: I'm not a filthy peasant Queen Victoria: Don't ever interrupt me while i speak! Understood? Dylan: Yes your highness Queen Victoria: Anyways, The princess cannot see you, she's still mourning her father's de@th Dylan: Ohh, that's why I even wanted to see her