Manwha Queen Bee Novels & Stories

“But it’s chaotic—and those humans are dangerous, Eda. Don’t you know what happened to the packs under the Beast King? They were captured and used as experiments by humans. That’s why we stay away from them, so we don’t get involved.” “But they were all rescued, Mama! The Beast Queen is so cool—she’s the reason all the shifters were saved. Someday, I want to meet her. I want to be strong like her too.” “The Beast Queen is neither human nor shifter. She’s a creature that doesn’t live in our world,” she replied, and I smiled. “That’s why I admire her. I hope my mate is as kind and loving as the Beast King,” I said with a giggle. My mom just shook her head and finished styling my hair.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

It was incredible that they were both still sane after what they had been through and it had been no surprise to Norman when they had retreated from the world after the end of the Pack Wars. Norman could see the panic in Jonah’s eyes as he approached the Moon Alter, concerned for his daughter. It had been easy to see that Adelaide was not the same wolf that had won the Pack Wars. She was not an innocent soul that followed the Moon’s everlasting will. She was troubled, immensely so. He had seen the red, lusty eyes of the savage beast she kept at bay. He had witnessed her savagery first-hand but now, now something was different about the woman. Her dominance was even more powerful than before,

Reina chuckled and replied, "Pfft, then you're more than welcome to my home, kiddo." Amber's face lit up with excitement, and she skipped ahead to join Lana and Kyle, who had already finished dressing up. Lana, dressed in a deep green formal dress with a square neckline, spaghetti straps with a beaded tassel and high slit, turned towards Reina and did a twirl. "Pleased to meet you, Ashlyn Woods. I'm Lana Mactokins from the Rosian organization." Amber couldn't contain her excitement and commented, "Purr slayyyy!"

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?!” “Because I didn’t want you to freak out.” “If you knew I was going to freak out, why would you tell me now instead of tomorrow?” An excellent point. Mark should have waited to share this little tidbit. Being a fake beauty queen’s manager was not his area of expertise. Now she was going to be psyched out about this up until the volunteering tomorrow. “It’s really not a big deal, Lily. All you have to do is take a picture together in your crown and sash in front of the soup kitchen with her then you don’t even have to talk to her the rest of the night,” he said reassuringly.

Ethan’s composed face appeared utterly unruffled, yet the pale veins on the back of his tightly clenched fist stood out clearly, betraying the turbulent storm raging within him. Inside the office, however, they were oblivious to everything happening outside; the temperature within, mingled with lust, continued to rise. The slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh and the young woman’s soft, continuous moans seemed like a harmonious symphony, further fueling the man’s lust as his thick cock swelled another size. Sarah was suddenly lifted off the desk; in fear, she wrapped her legs tightly around the man’s waist, only to be thrust even deeper by his massive cock.

“You cut me off.” Damn. I did. But that still wasn't a valid excuse. “This is not what I pictured,” I muttered, brushing invisible lint off my leather coat. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad,” Nessa cooed. “It’s kind of cute, no? I mean, you’re the Bratva Queen. You burn buildings, lead fights and leave bodies. He reads books. It’s poetic. Yin and yang.” Her other voice piped in: “It’s giving ‘please ruin me, ma’am.’”

One day Q'waeti came upon Beaver. Beaver was sharpening his stone knife and Beaver was very stingy. Q'waeti asked what Beaver was doing, whereupon Beaver said: "I am sharpening my knife to kill Q'waeti." Then Q'waeti took what Beaver was sharpening and stuck it on Beaver's tail. Then he said: "You shall always have this stuck to your tail, and live in the water. You will just slap the water with your tail and dive when the people come."

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

"That's cute." Bethany's face flushed with what seemed like anger. "We're together." "No, you're delusional." Octavia stepped forward, her tone calm but deadly. "Moana doesn't need to suck anyone's dick to be queen. Her brilliance got her that. Being cheer captain got her that. And her name?" Octavia gestured at me. "Moana Queens. It literally fits." Bethany's face went from pink to red. "This isn't over." "Yes it is," I said simply. "Now move. We have practice."