Queen Of Rot And Pain Novels & Stories

Hellion gritted her teeth. ‘How dare he turned me into a s*x toy! After enslaving me in the past few months, he started to use me as his own sexual release' How dare he! How dare he treat me like this! Hellion bent down as the strange pain in her stomach sting again. It always happen when he pound her so hard every night. There was always this stinging pain inside her as if something was being imbued in her stomach. It would go away after they finished the intercourse but now it was even accompanying her in the morning. This time it was a more painful and longer than before. She clutched her abdomen as the feeling slowly fade away. What is this?

She was in a dark riding habit, her whip tapping rhythmically against her thigh. "Does he have them, Doctor?" Charlotte’s voice was a whip-crack in the quiet. "He does." Daniel patted his pocket. "And I have the diagnosis you requested. The 'Queen' suffers from a corruption of the flesh. A hidden blight. It’s why the womb remains barren." "A blight?" Charlotte walked a slow circle around Noah, her eyes fixed on the gold collar. "How very tragic. The King must be devastated. A corruption like that... it requires a public cleansing, doesn't it?"

There was so much chaos and suffering I was beginning to feel nauseous. "Clean blood, saline, beetroot, charcoal, and some other herbs to treat the wolfsbane. You got her here in time my Queen. Once this runs through her system she will wake and start healing. All we can do is wait now." A kind woman with an easy smile replied to me. "I'm Dr. Williams. If you have any questions I'm happy to serve you." The woman with silky brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfectly tone skin bowed her head to me.

There had been a few of the men that I was getting close to but after Damion shot one of them for trying to take me out all of them stayed away. "Oh you know me Rose. I have to make his life just as miserable as mine." She pushed me a cup of coffee and smirked at me. She was in her late fifties and had been with the family for thirty years now. So she had watched us grow up into the force we are now.

The queen looked at her and saw her smiling face being dirtied with the black blood she was vomiting . " I am sorry ! " said the queen crying . " There's nothing for her majesty to apologize . You are almost finished . By touching your tummy and pulse I can tell taht there's still a bit more poison left inside . We need to get it out all of it so that you can be fully cured . " said Kiara . " Thanks to you I am not dead yet . " said queen Kyla . " Your majesty , I gave you my word . I promised you that I would cure you . I promised you that you would live and you will . Thank you for believing in me your majesty . " said Kiara with a warm smile .

“Is it painful? What I’ve been feeling these times is much more painful than this! Compared to my pain, what you’re feeling at the moment is only a drop in the ocean – you know that, don’t you!” Queenie Qamra walked to the big dustbin at the front yard of her mansion. She took out the leftover of her dinner yesterday. She approached her son who was still lying helplessly on the front yard floor. “If you dare to report this to your shit father or rubbish brother, you’ll have to face the pain and suffering twice than this. You hear me, don’t you!” Queenie Qamra threw the leftover of her dinner to Erito’s face without any qualms.

Cold air lashed at her and fear washed her over. “You’re the tastiest scent I’ve ever sensed Sierra… come out already,” Vista said. Sierra’s eyes bulged with surprise and she slowly stepped out to show herself. “There is a house in the woods…” she said and paused. “Oh… you found the king’s treasure,” Vista said. “And I saw an old woman, she was in great pain. Who is she?” Sierra asked. “That is our Queen, she’s not old, the disease got the worst out of her. She’s been sick for years but there was nothing that worked for her. Be it the dark arts of the witches, Morpheus’s great herbs and rituals, nothing seemed to work” she explained.

He felt thousands of shades of pain, he felt a great discomfort and his body was begging to be killed rather than to be tortured —his manly ball burned, causing him excruciating anguishes he has never felt before in his lifetime! "Isle please!!!!!" Princess Danika cries, watching the man whom she felt she had a thing for suffering greatly in the hands of her sister. ".....no oooo!!!! Please!!!" Queen Isle stops as she roared a peal of sinister laughter, her loud hovers around the throne hall as she continues laughing at the crumbling face of her alpha slave. "Oh, creators! This is so much fun!" She says, slightly coughing as she giggles in sneers.

Then, her eyes raked over me like I was the dessert she’d personally ordered. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Why hadn’t Malik warned me it was this freak? “Well, well…if it isn’t the queen of Moscow herself,” she purred, rising to her feet. Her heady perfume immediately flooded my senses. “You didn’t tell me you were in my city.” “I didn’t think I needed to.” Her smirk deepened. “Always so cold. I missed that...” “...Lissa.” “Roxanne.”