Drama Queen Novels & Stories

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

“Do you think I’m very delighted and very pleased playing this disgusting drama in front of them? You intentionally ask them to come here so that you can report to them about what’s been happening to you all these times. Isn’t it?” shouted Madam Queenie Qamra at the top of her voice.

“Don’t let my drama hold up yo chance.” The girl looked startled, but she tried to hand me back my tablet. “I shouldn’t.” “Why not?” She looked over my shoulder. “You were more of a queen than I could ever be.” She took a step, but I grabbed her hand gently and pulled her back. “Whoever is meant to be queen is up to the king, and the goddess.” She tried to protest, but I held up my hand. “My parents raised me to be who I am today. Everything you just saw was learned behaviour. The only thing I have over you is power and rank, but in the matters of love and leadership, I am no better or worse than you are.” I raised my voice, turning to look at the faces of the women in front of me. “Please.

Her long white hair fell down her back like something out of a fantasy movie, reminding me of the Targaryens from Game of Thrones. She pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down gracefully. “I am the Queen of Drakoria,” she said, her eyes fixed directly on me. “My name is Alicia.” I swallowed hard. Queen Alicia. She didn't waste any time. “How did you meet Ryan?” I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, she leaned slightly forward. Her eyes narrowed as she studied my face, and then she looked directly into my eyes. “I can see it clearly in your eyes that you have no intention of marrying him.”

When I turn to look at Dangelo, he is sitting on my bed, looking out of it. I sit on the chair in front my mirror and wait for him to speak. I am not by any means inexperienced in this field. Many of my men came to me sometimes for advice and even just to talk and let out their feelings. Since I am a woman they were never really too concerned about my reaction to their moment of weaknesses. They should have been; some of those very men almost brought my organization down. "Your brother....I mean Dwayne killed my wife." he suddenly whispers. My eyes widen and then realization dawned on me. I've been wearing the clothes of his dead wife.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

When I entered, I was shocked by Dralia’s question. “How’s the Queen?” She inquired. “H-How did you know?” She didn’t say a word. “She’s already fine, Dralia. The queen fainted, so I picked her up, and told the fairies to treat her wound on her shoulder.” She secretly clenched her fist.

"Mr. Lowe! You just drove out your own wife for your mistress! Is this the fall of humanity, or a moral collapse?" "Your wife was pregnant with your baby, but she lost it because you kicked her out of the house. Is this your comeuppance?" I glanced briefly at Chelsea, who was still pinned to the ground. A baby? She really wasn't stopping at anything to get what she wanted, was she? "Is there proof that she's even my wife? And that she's pregnant with my baby?" Chelsea looked like she'd just been struck dumb. She collapsed to the side, covering her mouth as tears continued flowing down her cheeks silently, making her look pathetic and pitiful.

Elena dipped into a graceful curtsey, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement “Your Majesty, I would never dream of avoiding you, though I confess, I’m glad you found a moment away from all your admirers.” Alistair laughed, the sound easing some of the wary tension around the older nobles watching him “And yet it is I who owe you admiration and far more than that. Had it not been for your help… well, I doubt I’d stand here crowned and breathing so easily.” The Queen Mother, regal in a gown of dusky silver brocade, stepped closer then, laying a soft but firm hand over Elena’s. Her eyes, dark and sharp despite her age, searched Elena’s face with open gratitude.