My Beauty Queen Novels & Stories

Sitting up abruptly, she scanned her surroundings, realizing she was in the altar of the Witch Queen Mother of the Ocean. "You're so lucky, Anne," the Queen Mother remarked, pouring a substance into a calabash. Anne turned around to see the Queen Mother behind her. The Queen Mother was a beautiful mermaid adorned with a golden crown atop her head and holding a golden scepter in her left hand. "All hail the Queen Mother," Anne said, bowing humbly. The Queen scoffed. "Not yet." Anne lowered her gaze, expressing her regret. "I am sorry this happened, Mother," she said humbly.

Would he allow himself to be eternally tied to a treacherous fool like me? "You'll need to look even better tonight," the Luna Queen said, priding herself on getting the prince to mark me. "I guess that slutty lingerie really did the trick." I stayed silent, but in my mind, I was denying it all. I didn't look as 'ravishing' as she said. I didn't do anything. It was all the drugs, I knew. Queen Regina ticked her long fingernails against her bottom teeth as she mulled over the five gowns laid over the bed. They all looked a little too revealing for the occasion, but I didn't have a say.

I wore a Gold and white strapless Mermaid dress, which glittered under the light, Golden butterfly pins holding my hair in a tight bun, my makeup simple yet beautiful, I looked my best. "Now who said this idea sucked." I turned to stare at the four ladies and everyone's eyes were directed to Juanita, she stared back at everyone and sighed. "Fine I take my words back, Benedict you came up with such an amazing idea, and I love it." There was a bit of sarcasm in her tone, but all in all, I was ready to go, and ready to face the entire Golden Stone pack with Alexa, the moon Goddess, Levy, and the four musketeers, I had nothing to fear.

We meet at the base of the stairs. “I never thought you’d come,” she pecks both cheeks, careful for her perfect cherry lips not to brush my skin. “You invited me.” I return her smile and straighten up, deliberately pushing my boobs up the deep V-cut. She wriggles her fingers, fashionably. “The queen doesn't forget who she wants in her party.” She pouts. “I just thought you were too nerdy.” I shrug, firmly holding onto my confidence. “Feels good to have brain and beauty. Don't you think?” I join her in her dey laughter. Sadly, she’s only stuck with beauty. “Decided to let beauty win tonight.”

"Are you rebelling against me?" I blinked, then sighed dramatically. "Who would dare rebel against the great daughter of the Morreti family…the wife of Alexandria 1?" Her expression didn't change,but I continued anyway. "The terror of boardrooms, the woman capable of reducing grown men to tears." The corner of her mouth moved. "The most beautiful woman in London." Now she was fighting a smile. "The Queen of Queens." Finally, she broke, and a small smile appeared, exactly the smile I'd been aiming for.

He raised his hands in surrender saying, "Alright, princess." "I'm not a princess. I am a mother fucking Queen..." after a slight pause, she added, "What is Queen without a king? Well, historically speaking more powerful..." Ashton chuckled lightly and replied, "Since when did Billina Bernand start copying other people's lines?" he asked, leaving her completely out of control. "It's not copying, Ashton George. I am repeating it only. And don't you think it's true?" she crossed her hands to her chest and asked.

my mother said as she held the tea cup tightly, watching them. "And go back to a douchebag? I would end up kicking her myself," Hannah said while applying lip gloss in the reflection of another window. Hannah was obsessed with beauty. She worked as a make-up consultant at the drugstore at the mall and she has the clear skin to back it. She was an effortless beauty and didn't need any of the make-up but it was like art to her. "Maybe we should mind our own business," my mother spoke again, this time with an eye looking at us separately and everyone left the window but me and Roman.

She was a beacon of light in a world that sometimes seemed so dark, and I was honored to be in her presence. As she sat down on the bed, I couldn't help but admire her grace and poise. She was the epitome of beauty, with her long, flowing hair, piercing green eyes, and smile that could light up a room. Her aura radiated a sense of authority and regality, making it no surprise that she was a queen. I was in awe of her presence and struggled to form coherent thoughts.

After several sleepless nights and Bianca’s piercing words ringing in her head, Queen had resolved to do something she hadn’t done in her entire life. Beg. Her hairy flipflop slapped against the smooth stone pavement as she walked further into the compound. She was dressed casually, yes, but her version of casual still screamed seduction. She wore a short cream-colored gown with a deep neckline that showcased her cleavages, fitting her like a glove. Her hair flowed down her shoulders in perfect curls, her makeup was flawless, and her lips, glossed in a sweet cherry red, curved into a hopeful smirk. “I just have to get him to see me,” she whispered to herself. “Then apologize. Tell him I have

I tried to remember how the person in front of me smells, but I couldn't. I thought the person who was trying to catch Lyca was the person I hated the most... But when I saw the woman in front of me, I knew I was wrong. "You don't need to know who I am because this is the last time we'll see each other—" I snort and look at the woman in front of me. I have to say that her beauty could make any man fall in love with her. With her perfect body, pale, smooth skin, and, most of all, her angelic face— "Since you don't want to say who you are, I'll take a guess... Queen Annabelle? The famous stepmother of my little princess... Am I right?"