My Beauty Queen Novels & Stories

But there were two different territories, occupied by two different queens in London. The one who ruled Buckingham palace was Queen Elizabeth the second while the queen who ruled the town, Merton, was given the name Queen Red Bee because of the way her dances attracted a whole lot of crowd from men to ladies and even the young children, both blacks and whites. She was a hive to be watched and I think all that chanting was really beginning to get into her head. But she had no idea that the real Melina Sparks, a.k.a the Show Stealer, would beat her ass upside down but I just wanna stay focus on my school and let dancing be.

I couldn't help that I fell asleep but man I needed that. "Go and get ready princess." She says and I nod. Going upstairs and into my bedroom. I wash my face in the adjoined bathroom. Walking into my closet I take out knitted bodycon dress to wear and brush out my hair. I embellish my face with some makeup and I'm satisficed at how presentable I look. Since we were going to Mayfair I wore some heels, they were low but still classy enough, just because it was my dad's restaurant didn't mean I could slack. I take my phone off charge and put it in my clutch. Going downstairs I sit in the lounge and wait for mum. Eventually she walks in wearing a figure hugging black dress with a brown trench an

Maybe it is like a trauma I developed as a kid, fearing exploring new places, worrying, and wondering that something bad might happen to me. Pushing all those thoughts aside, I got ready. I did not bother to put foundation and all. I am more of a skincare girl. I applied my serums and eyeliner and stick to the red lipstick. Put my hair into a bun and combed my fringes, making sure that I covered my scar. I looked one last time in the mirror, and I looked good. When Selena Gomez said "I am not a beauty queen, I am just beautiful me", I felt that and that is what I feel to date.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

But I didn’t care. Giuseppe got us a luxury suite at one of the hotels on the strip. And Luca carried me across the threshold of the hotel room bridal style. I laughed as he put me down then he closed the door behind him. “This is it,” he said, “you and me, forever, Beauty Queen.” I smirked. “You know Beauty Queen was never the correct term, right? That’s for girls who do pageants. I’m a Super Model. Totally different thing.” “You’re a beauty, and you’re my Queen.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into a kiss. “Ergo, Beauty Queen?”

She pretended to be a regular social worker and organized a four-month-long event which was quite a hype in P city. Hence there was a large group of about 35 people. Anne was a striking beauty with amiable nature, gentle mannerisms, and inborn sophistication. But she dressed up as a humble social worker. She had tickled everyone’s fancy, and she attracted many suitors. But she had rejected everyone who had tried to court her. They were looking for a fling and a laugh in a remote place. The intent of her suitors was quite apparent. The rejected boys, unknown to her, started a bet on who could score her.

, much to Daphne's happiness, her mother was cut off by a voice on the high pavilion, "It is time for all the maidens to get assessed by his majesty, the alpha king. Today, he will chose his mate and the Luna queen. We shall start from the alpha". The snobby rich girls all walked out of the room behind the man all trying to scan out their competition. Daphne had already made up her mind, when it was time for Deltas, she was not going. The alpha king was getting bored and tired of all these girls with their short white dresses and clown makeup. They were so submissive, even with their high ranks, they tried so hard to be noticed by him and catch his attention. They were respectful, too respec

Apparently, they can control it by pressing something called a ‘switch’. The door of my room opens and a girl in frilly clothes enters. I remember her name from last night. I think it was Kylie. I sit up from where I am laying down and rub my eyes to keep myself awake. I still do not trust humans to be asleep when one of them is here. “Miss Belle, what happened here?” Kylie gasps when she sees the mess on the ground. “I freed the sun’s child.” I answer her, squaring my shoulders. “It is not nice to put a child on labour.”

Kelly told me and I narrowed my eyes at her. "There is a standard?" "Of course." She nodded as she scrolled through her phone. "It's how they are chosen." "The current top beauty Queen has been reigning for a year or two now, according to the statistics, as the beauty standards currently are the hair and eyes, and since her entrance here, no one has ever beaten her in those aspects of features," Kelly explained and then paused as she stared at me deeply. "What?" I asked, finding the stare creepy and she sighed.

Genevieve nodded calmly, as if she had just delivered the most reasonable statement in the world. “Exactly, Miss Preston! Marj is not the only man who beats his wife. He is not the first, and he certainly won’t be the last. So why are you making such a big deal out of it?” I stared directly into her face, disbelief hardening into anger. “Did you say you were the first Beauty Queen this country ever produced?” She smoothed her dress with a boastful flourish. “Yes! 2002. After the country had failed over thirty-five beauty contests. A world contest!”