Poly Nails Queens Novels & Stories

Morrigan notices the Alpha, Luna, and their son push through the crowd. Morrigan’s eyes widen as red and gold flags rise over the far away treetops and rhythmic marching and chanting can be heard. As they get closer, she can make out the fang insignia on the flags. She counts twenty-one warriors–four columns with five per row, and presumably a leader in the front. Once the Guard passes and she snaps out of her trance, Morrigan throws her boots on and rushes outside, fighting her way through the crowd towards The Commons.

He asked. I nodded and pointed to his outfit. “That’s such a daring fit and you pulled it off so well.” “A compliment from the Queen!” He exclaimed. “Now, I feel really good about this outfit.” He smiled. “You look breathtaking as always. That color looks good on your skin and I don’t know…” He paused. “People are going to ogle. You know that right?” “That’s a good thing, don’t you think?” I replied and he gifted me with that Genovese men smile.

“Five percent. Cash or product, your call. Shaves three days off your run, keeps your boys out of the heat, and pads your war chest. Everybody eats.” Caleb snorts, twirling a knife between his fingers. “Five’s cute. We’re thinking ten. And we want first dibs on any new routes you open west of the river.” Queenie smirks, legs swinging. “Make it eight and throw in a favor. One marker. No questions.” I whistle low. “Damn, woman’s got brass ones. You two teach her that, or she come pre-loaded?” King’s grin is all teeth. “She came loaded. We just aim her.”

Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same. She walked in in her magenta pantsuit, braids down to her waist, and those rhinestone glasses that looked like they belonged in a K-pop music video. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just… looked at me. Her heels clicked like punctuation marks. And then she paused. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. She timed the fur coat. The white boots. The pearl clips. She tilted her head. "You borrowed my style."

If you don't want anything else to go wrong, do as we said. Piss off you fucking bastards! The Queens"

“So relax, as you can see this our portfolio and have an impression of our work and a range to choose from.” The next hour is spent with the three doing my face, hair and nails. I can agree they are professional expect for Mr. drag Queen who doesn’t hide his anger when he tries to tell my hair to speak to him and realizes I haven’t had a haircut in a long time and due to stress the crown area has thinned. They also have a red dress that Quinn bought. It is a mermaid dress, with long sleeves, shiny crystal beaded on the right side of my chest and arm and a split that goes up to my inner thigh, not my style but I like it.

One of the perks of having a mother that owns a beauty salon is that her daughter always had the cutest nails in school — even though nail polish was banned. When we opened the door, the small bell on the door rang and everyone's eyes were on us for a split second before returning to what they were doing. Jackie was standing at the counter, talking to a few customers until she saw us walk in. She was wearing a light blue sweater, jeans, and her hair tied up in a messy bun. "Leah! Maya!" she exclaimed, "you girls here to do your nails today?" she asked. Leah nodded. "Yes, both manicure and pedicure."

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

Queen Eliza spewed and Queen Meridian giggled softly at her. Hence, Jeffery let go of his pants and his erection sprang out —enthusiastically, the queens gasped widely at the phallus of the alpha which was understandable that their husband's erections weren't a glint close to how mighty and strong Jeffery’s erection was. "I envy you, Henrietta!!" Queen Harper blatantly drooled, not minding the majesties around the sight. Lady Macbeth hid her face away, and so was Shawn. Penelope simply watched with an expressionless face as Noah obscured his face behind her shoulder.

The lounge is set up like a salon with a makeup station, a hair station and someone doing nails. Aunt Fallon is getting her nails done while Aunt Lenny is growling at the poor female doing her hair. I hide my smirk, mother always says after all this time of being the Queen she still hates girly shit, her words. Frayja is getting a small amount of makeup on, not that she needs it with her beautiful face.