Romans & histoires Feel Like A Fem Queen

When he released me, he whispered, “Because when you are with me, we play my way. You submit and take orders from me, agreed?” This kind of thing may scare most sane folks, but not me. I find myself rather intrigued and turned on by the idea of being dominated. I could feel my thighs clench as my mind played images of me and Jax with whips and chains going at it like there was no tomorrow. I had to have the power every day, consequence of being the Queen. The idea of being free and able to give the control over to someone else is liberating. “Sounds good to me.”

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

Focus Erica. 'Coming', I jumped from the ring, stumbling clumsily. Shit ruined the badass effect. 'Did you see the fight? I was like boom, chop-chop. I won. I'm great. I'm a badass. I'm a goddess. I think we should stick to my picture here. Erica Anderson, the ninja queen. Ninja queen must be highlighted. What do you think? Ninja queen or warrior princess. Personally, I prefer ninja queens. What about you?', I screamed euphoria running through my veins. I winced as soon as the pain registered on my face. Damn, I'm going to look colorful on Monday.

I was the Queen Bee for a reason and queens don’t crumble, not even when the ground is breaking before them. So I straightened up my shoulders and said the words out loud softly, to myself. “Game on.”

My shoulders felt heavy and my mind was swimming with possibilities. Sure, fae queens existed. All of the queens I ever heard of had been raised here, known that's what they were from birth. This wasn't like that. Sage seemed clueless, just as surprised as if she had been plucked from the pages of some storybook. I wondered if she knew how powerful she had the potential to be.

She complains. “I don’t want to fight about this,” I tell her. “Too bad, you don’t have a choice. As Queen of Lycans I am going to fight you every single day for female equality, you better be ready buster!” Cathy pushes passed me puts on a pajama set with pants. Her way of saying don’t even try you ain’t getting laid.

she continued, “but this foot pain has taken away my senses. I wish Alexander would marry soon so that I can take some relief from my queen duties. The kingdom now needs a new queen.” The gathering cheered and clapped. The girls standing behind were giggling and enjoying the crowd. No extra formalities, no serious faces, and no power show. Unlike my pack where pack people were forced to pay respect to their Alpha or Beta, no matter how nasty they were with their subordinates. This crowd felt like they all belonged to the same family. The queen might be formal and uptight on media screens but here she seemed friendly, approachable, and mum-like. I turned when I felt a light tap on my shoulder

"Come now. We can't keep the queen waiting." After making sure she was okay, Alden took her hand in his and they continued up the stairs. "What's the queen like?" Diana asked after a while. "I don't have the right words." Freya replied. "She's a born leader, that's for sure. She exudes power and authority." "I always thought faeires were delicate creatures." Diana shook her head. "The queen sounds scary." Freya chuckled. "She isn't scary, and yes, the faeries are indeed delicate creatures. But you don't want to anger them. There's a reason why they keep to themselves. They can be vicious."

Typical Queen B behaviors. “Loretta…,” I began again. “Can you just leave me alone? Cut the shit Freya, you don't like me and I don't like you. You think you are perfect?” she laughed, and resumed, “You feel so above it all, so above everybody because you are smart and you are Artemis mate. You are just like the rest of us, broken dolls trying to seal the cracks from the outside world, I know you Freya,” she said. When I was sure she had said everything she had in mind, I took that as my cue.

She scoffs. I raise an eyebrow. “You are mated to three Kings, my love. That makes you Queen in three different Realms.” A flush heats her cheeks, she whispers oh softly, hiding her face in my chest. “You’ll get used to it, I promise.” “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being treated like a Queen.” Jamari mumbles into my chest, getting chuckles out of everyone in the room.