Poly Nails Queens Novels & Stories

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.

********************* Standing before the mirror as I examine myself,I'm in a blue lingerine, and a silk blie bra to match wearing a black pair of heels and matching red gloss applied on my lips, "You are up kita" "Coming Clara" I hasten my steps walking over to the kitchen, "You look stunning kita" "For three years straight you keep repeating this boring line of yours Clara" "That's the best I can do to cheer you on remember yoi are a human, being a stripper doesn't make you out to be an odd one" "Yeah yeah thanks for your everyday motivational speeches, any special requests?" "Nope not yet if anything comes up I'll let you know" "Alright, I'll be up on stage "

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Vaelira Vespera has been treated as a maid in her home. Her mother, Matriarch Malia Vespera, favoured her sister Elodia above her and made no effort to hide it. The both of them made her life miserable, constantly telling her no one would want her for her large size. Vaelira endured all, hoping that on the appointed day her mate, Alpha Torren, one of the pack leaders, would take her and she would live a good life with him. At the coming of age mating Ceremony of the Blood-Fang Pack, Vaelira dresses herself up expecting to be chosen. Instead, Alpha Torren publicly rejects Vaelira over her body type, taking her adoptive sister, Elodia, as his new Luna. To completely destroy her dignity, Tor

Anne booked her to do my hair the day of the ball before we left and she squealed with excitement. Next we went to the nail salon where we all got manicures and pedicures. Because the adults shift into their wolves often they didn't get anything special done, just manicures and their nails painted, but the young Beta girl that was about my age got gel tips, so I figured I would try them too. I got my nails colored in dark green with silver Christmas designs to match my dress, and everyone else got colors and designs to match their dresses too. I loved my nails, but I loved Alana's clear nails with plaid red, green white and silver going through them. When Anne went to pay for our nails the w

How was a look that icy? Swallowing, Tamara wrapped her grey jacket firmly around herself. Underneath it was the sheer brown dress that hugged the curves of her body, which was precisely the same color as her skin, gave her out. They stripped. That's what they did. Some waitressed, but if they were beautiful, it was a matter of time before they gave into the yearning for more cash and took a place on that pole. These youngsters, she let her pupils move to the pole, where Ivy, with her newly shaved head, was sliding down the bar like a pro. The nineteen-year-old just began last two weeks.

No rules bonded anyone inside the place, and an Alpha could even get away from a murder in this club. *** Penny sat on the high raised white chair in the center of the room. Pinching the edge of an angled brush between her fingers, she dipped it in the colors sprawled before her, before transferring them to her eyelids. A beautiful hue of shades covered her eyes, as she leaned before the mirror painting her eyelids to the best shape to bring out the blue in them.

My princesses looked so breathtaking; their Papas were definitely going to spoil them rotten. I dried their shoulder-length hair, which was wavy and shared the same color as mine. My girls inherited my hair and lips, while my boys got the shape of my eyes; everything else came from their fathers. I styled their hair. Quesha wanted a high ponytail, while Quinzel kept hers down, topped with the expensive headband her Grandpa had gifted her. Quesha had a matching one but chose not to wear it yet. I dusted a bit of baby powder on their faces and applied a touch of lip oil to their lips. Once their sandals were on, we headed downstairs to the living room.

Acting reluctant, Queenie sighed and declared that since her people had spoken, she could not deny their wishes. Sitting sideways on her computer chair, London slipped one long leg into the chastity panty, giving the chat a good view of her toned muscles. Then, she slipped the other leg in and put both feet onto her carpet. Standing up with what appeared to be a twerking position from the side view, Queenie slid the chastity panty up till the anal plug was making contact with her rear, prodding at her covered entrance while dragging the white nightgown with it.