Queen Of Entertainment's Revenge Novels & Stories

She kept singing and dancing as she fought the rouges and hunters there. ”…Something’s pulling me…it’s so magnetic…my body is moving..unsure where I’m headed…all of my senses have left me defenseless…this darkness around me..is promising vengeance…the price I’m willing to pay is expensive…there’s nothing to lose…when you’re lonely and mateless…so my only interest is showing these pack-less ..that I am the queen..and my revenge will be endless (endless)….” She continued to take down the rouges and hunters as Jonathan recorded.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

She pulls me away from her chest with a heavy frown and quickly wipes my face. “Did you kill your son?” She asks fiercely. I frown, my face crumpling in a fresh round of tears; “n-no. I didn’t…” “Then that’s enough crying for the year. Queens don’t cry. They take revenge.” I sniff. “Revenge? How?” Zuri taps the tips of her fingers together like a professional wizard with fifty years experience. Her lips kick up in a devious smile and her eyes narrow with pure, beautiful wickedness.

Although the Queen tried to fight back, her strength was not comparable to the four stocky Warriors around her. “Queenie! Do you think you’ve won with all this? You ruined my life! My plans and my dreams! You even killed Prince Fabian, the man I love! Would you like a young woman like me to marry an old Darian King? I got married because I wanted to rule the Bright River kingdom. The Prince I found had the same plan. I’m willing to give him the throne of Bright River because I love Prince Fabian. But now, I have no more reason to be in this Kingdom. But my revenge is not over. You will experience life worse than death. You will pay dearly for everything!”

"As you were saying," Karen narrowed her eyes at him. He really did run everything like it was his pack huh? At this point it even felt like this company was an extension of his pack. It suddenly clicked inside Karen. He wanted revenge didn't he? Well so did she. Revenge for the pain at his hand. Revenge for the false accusations. Revenge for the pain his fiance caused her. Recenge for everything. She felt a plan start to formulate in her head. He had better start getting his knuckles ready. Cos he was going to punch a lot of faces by the time she was done with him.

He wasn’t even serious with his question, but he was offended by her reaction. “Sorry to burst your bubble but, no. I know it was sudden, and you’re probably confused right now,” she said fiddling with her fingers from under the table. “Let me get right to the point. I want to get revenge. You heard my fiancé and half-sister’s conversation yesterday, right?” “Hmm,” Revan nodded. He placed his hand on his chin and tapped his lips before continuing. “Are you saying you want to use me for your revenge?”

The Queen posted—first time in five years! [The Queen is back, everyone!] [Crest? As in Crest Finance? She’s spoken—buy now!] Notifications ticked into the thousands. Mirena stared at the screen for a long moment, then locked her phone and exhaled slowly. Approval washed over her—not pride, not relief, but certainty. Then, she glanced down at the box by her feet and sighed. “Poor thing,” she murmured. “You died in vain.” Bending down, she picked it up carefully.

But standing here in the quiet suite, with Helena’s empty folder left behind like a forgotten relic, the war was officially over. Christopher’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, his grip firm and unyielding as he lifted me slightly, settling me back against the heavy mahogany wood of the table. He didn't care about the security logs, the glass windows, or the fact that the federal marshals were currently flooding the lower elevators. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with a quiet triumph. "Now," Christopher murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, "tell me what the Queen wants to do with her kingdom."

It was a smile that didn't touch her eyes, a chilling, predatory curve of the lips that held no warmth, no joy, only the cold, crystalline promise of retribution. The little girl who played by the rules was dead on the pavement in 2023. The woman who had just been born in her place knew that rules were for suckers. Rules were cages. She wasn't here to play their game anymore. She was here to burn the whole damn board to the ground and build a new one from the ashes. An empire. Her empire. She looked at her reflection in the dark screen of the fallen phone, at the stranger with her own young face, and whispered the two words that sealed her pact with this second life.

The man at her feet was vainglorious, and not as impervious to her provocation as he feigned. "Quit baiting him, my Queen," King Finnbheara ad-monished. "You know how the fool gets when his ego is wounded." He patted her arm soothingly. "You've teased him enough." The Queen's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She briefly con-sidered forgoing this vein of revenge. A calculating look at her men dashed that thought, as she recalled what she'd overheard them discussing late last evening in excruciating detail. The things they'd said were unforgivable. The Queen was not a woman to be compared with another woman and found lacking. Her lip tightened imperceptibly. Her exquis-itely delicate hand curled in