Ivy Queen Young Novels & Stories

Vicidior, an 18-year-old high school student, was known for her striking beauty. With her captivating eyes, full lips, and curves that begged to be explored, she turned heads wherever she went. But Vicidior was also known for her intelligence and fierce independence, traits she inherited from her mother, Kenzy.

Lisa walked over and sat down, noting that one of the servants offered Mira a chair out of earshot but still in the shade. “Apologies for the dramatic entrance.” The High Queen said quietly once the servants had withdrawn. “I have to put on a good show for the common people.” The Queen had a heart shaped face, with dark eyes that seemed to sparkle and apart from her dress and crown everything else about her appeared to understated, except for the massive sparkling ruby ring she wore on her wedding finger. She must have been in her 40s but she looked young, she looked still youthful like middle age was only just catching up with her.

Even Peyton seemed to slightly let out a sigh of relief when she left. “She is…” asked Harvey with great interest. “Madam York, the wife of the Master of Dragon Palace. She is the Fifth Young Lady of the Yorks of Hong Kong and Las Vegas. At the same time, she is also the aunt of Vince, Queenie, and Quinton…” Peyton looked solemn. “I didn’t expect her to be involved in today’s matters. “You may not know that she was the greatest young talent in our generation twenty years ago. It certainly isn’t an exaggeration to say that she was the top talent back in the day.

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

A woman wearing round glasses, her black silky hair tied in a bun, and wearing a pink off-shoulder flowy dress spoke to Jingfei as she fixed her glasses. Jingfei nodded, "Well of course. You can call me that. Nickel right?" She asked and the woman nodded back. "Since yesterday, I have been curious about something. Are you sure you're not a model? I have been setting my eyes on you since yesterday when Elite approached you." Nickel asked and Jingfei smiled shyly, "Unfortunately, I'm not a model. I'm a professional pastry chef and I'm working in Alexander's restaurant, he is Alexandria's elder brother."

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

Yvette glared at Ivy. “Who the hell are you? I’m talking to Lucas. Since when is it your place to interrupt?” Ivy remained perfectly calm. She smoothed a strand of hair beside her cheek and said, “I’m Ivy Quinn, the new head of the Quinn family.” The room broke into an uproar. Disbelief was still written all over everyone’s faces. No one wanted to believe that this young woman in front of them was really the new head of the Quinn family.

So, he stopped right by the handrail of the crystal spiral staircase and lifted the young woman onto it. Sarah looked panicked. “Ah… are you going to…” Adrian curved his lips into a smile, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with lust. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to do it right here.” The young woman’s snow-white buttocks were pressed tightly against the handrail, her two long, lustrous legs spread wide apart by the man. Adrian gripped her thighs with both hands, and his hips began thrusting with extraordinary ferocity. Sarah was so overwhelmed by his thrusts that she could barely control herself, her moans coming out in fragmented gasps.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

mí padre said. “We have an alliance in place,” I said. “Respectfully, her current last name isn’t as important to me as her future last name.” I took a step forward. “Sir, you know Jasmine’s worth. It’s why you keep her so very well protected.” I brought my right fist to my chest. “I will do the same. With me, she will be my queen.”