Nefarious Queen Novels & Stories

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

“The Queen.” ​The Crown Blade vibrated furiously beside Seraphina, tearing free from the stone floor as the ancient Queen materialized from the blinding white light, her face a mask of unadulterated venom. She stared at the man across the threshold with centuries of unspent rage. ​“You're still here,” the Queen spat. ​He met her glare without flinching. “You should have stayed dead.” ​“You said that too.” The Queen raised the glowing blade, her voice trembling with malice. “You killed her.”

It snapped my focus away from the painting, and I continued toward the doorway. I stopped just outside and pressed myself flat against the wall, listening in. There were at least three different voices, maybe more, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “Our queen has defiled herself by sleeping with a beast and birthing demon spawn. By God, her soul is likely already damned to hell.” “Quiet! Cursing the queen in dark corners won’t accomplish anything. We need action. That’s the only path forward," another voice replied. “Yes," a third agreed. “Maybe an herbal mixture to make her barren? That way no more abominations would crawl out from between her legs.”

“Fine, fine. Stop calling me that. I’m not your mother. Just tell me what you want.” “I... I want to learn how to communicate with the... with the fairies...” Rara’s voice trembled slightly as she peered up at the queen with hopeful eyes. The queen’s face paled as shock and dismay etched themselves across her features. She stood up abruptly, her movements sharp and decisive. “No!” “Mom—” “Don’t call me that!” Queen Lustia’s voice was a sharp command, her patience finally frayed. Rara’s head drooped in disappointment, her expression a mix of vulnerability and longing. The queen felt a pang of guilt, her heart softened by the sight. She had harbored a secret wish for a daughter, and Rara’s ins

flash in his. “It is NOT my fault my father, YOUR King, was a man whore! I did not ask for this bullshit but hey if the shoe fits, wear it right? So here I am bitch! If you have a problem with me or my wolf, we will be on the training grounds until lunch.” I looked away from Koda who had looked past me to Jax, probably questioning if I could challenge him like that or not. I had everybody’s eyes on me, which is exactly what I wanted. “That goes for anybody else here who does not think I’m worthy enough. Rather you like it or not I will be your Queen soon enough and you will all bow to me. Maybe once I rip a few of your throats out, you will learn to tread carefully.”

’ he asks as he also stands up and they go out of his office. ‘Well yeah, you are not totally soft but you will be if you’re not careful’ she states seriously. ‘Whatever’. He replied. Lisa’s started to think and she couldn’t hear a word of he was saying. She hoped she will see Jeremy and after that, she’ll go to her second private mansion and get some rest, she really missed been in power suddenly she thought of the words that echoed in her mind last night. ‘a queen without supporters or kingdom is a nobody’ she didn’t know why she had bad feeling as walked towards where the visitors were but something told her this was not the end of her troubles but the beginning.

Assuring them that there will be no conflict in the succession of the throne as the thing they are worried about will come to happen. The queen had always been regarded as an Unprecedented Queen and a Fearsome one. With her great wits and ruthless nature everyone bows at her decree. But no one could deny that she was a great queen by the end, pouring all her heart to the kingdom even when the credits were not given to her. Working by the shadows and letting her middlemen do the jobs without asking for any praise. With her ruthless aura and headstrong personality, no one had ever come and won against her. Her words are always final and no one can debate with her about it. Given her capricious

I'll be back with the second series. There would be another part and I intend to make the title return if the mafia queen... Although it depends on my editor, if she offers me the contract or not 😊, I love you all you remain my family now and forever... I thank you for the love you had showed my book from the beginning until this very moment, it means the most to me , if I made any mistake or errors please do pardon me... I hope you all understand, I'm still learning and acquiring knowledge never ends. I'll try to give you what you want in the next book, she'll be back and ruthless... There will be lots of sex scenes as well so if you do not like it then don't bother about the second part o

But my lovely prize is now swimming in hate and disgust, pulling away from me. “Erebus, let me go, you foul creature,” Emera yells with all her might. She bites my arm and draws blood, making me drop her angrily. I nurse the bloody gash on my forearm by licking it closed and still watching her. The Queen is groggy from the powder potion that subdued her. Trying to shake off her stupor, she rises but is too weak to carry herself upright. I reach out to help, and she defiantly pushes me aside.

Something is off the plans? As I focused my hearing skills, the reason for the feeling entered my ears. "The Queen isn't wearing white. She's wearing red." "Red is a symbol of danger and destruction." "Has the King lost his mind trying to marry such a woman?" "You never know maybe she has put a spell on him." "Black magic? The Queen of Eleneas has participated in black magic? That's treason!" "Hey! Be quiet. Unless you want the Tryant to slash your neck apart."