Red Velvet Queendom Lyrics Novels & Stories

The Queen’s voice rolled out like thunder, echoing inside Emma’s skull as well as the room. “You have been prepared so beautifully, little pledge. Your cunt is open, dripping, and begging to be owned. Now… I claim you.” She dropped to her knees with predatory grace. Her hands, claws tipped in darkness gripped Emma’s thighs and shoved them even wider, folding the freshman nearly in half. The Queen’s face hovered inches from the wrecked pussy. Her long, forked demonic tongue slithered out, easily ten inches long, ridged, and dripping with aphrodisiac venom.

*** Not as a soldier. *** As something else. *** One by one— others followed. *** Not all. *** But enough. *** Enough that it spread. *** A wave of bowed heads. *** Of recognition. *** Of something close to worship. *** Raven’s chest tightened. *** “No,” she said. *** The word carried. *** Clear. *** Immediate. *** Heads lifted. *** She stepped forward. *** “I am your queen,” she said. *** Not denying it. Not softening it. *** “But I am not something to kneel to in fear.”

he finally said, his voice carrying a weight that commanded attention. I remained silent, attentive and respectful, waiting for him to continue. " Crimson," the king began, his voice filled with wisdom and authority. "As you prepare to become Queen and enter into marriage with Aethelfrith, remember the significance of your role. You will be a leader, a symbol of strength and grace for your people." I nodded my head, paying attention to what the king was saying. "Remember, Crimson, a strong queen empowers not only herself but those around her. Lead with empathy and fairness, and your reign will be one of prosperity and harmony."

Crimson clears his throat “It’s about time you, Mason and the remaining MacTire warriors became part of the kingdoms Clowder,” A woosh of breath leaves me and the tension in my body expels with his words. My shoulders relax and I feel like letting out a loud obnoxious laugh in relief. But I don’t. I hold it in. Instead, I reply “I agree.” “Of course, you do!” Gillian exclaims, her blue eyes sparkling “You can’t become Queen if you aren’t even officially part of the kingdom's Clowder.” “She can’t become Queen until she picks a worthy male,” Crimson adds.

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

My hand dances across his wavy thick hair, and a man slips out of my lips, and I pull away. “Get on your knees,” Dominic said calmly, his tone demanding and alluring. Leaving the food I was barely eating, my knees softly made contact with the hard floor, and he stared at me, his finger slipping into my mouth, the warmth of my mouth covering every inch of it when he pulled away. “You don’t look good on your knees, you are a queen Aurora and you should be treated like one, A queen never bows down for anyone, not even her king, A queen is treated like a God, you are my God.” He murmured against his lips.

I am deeply sorry ma'am, about the other day, we just had to make it look real", he apologized. I nodded, "I understand, it's okay I forgive you". ", What do I do with his body?". "Put it in a package and send it to the others, tell them Blu said hi", I said and then turned to the boys. You could see the shock, surprise and even horror on their faces. Damon walked up to me. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked shocked. I smiled, "Oh me? I'm the Queen".

Domenico turned and threw the pen on the table before vacating the room, leaving her alone with Rune. For a while, there was silence. "That must have hurt ehn" She heard that tone she detested. Everything about him made her fucking angry. "Kyra ain't no bride no more." "Shut the fuck up!" When he appeared before her, all smiles, she knew he would do anything but. "Read the writing on the wall, Kyra; you and Adler, were not meant to be," he sang, "you're like his," he eyed her, "Bro."

I will prove to you that I am not useless, worthless, and a weakling ' " That's the way to go girl. Let's get you dressed for the party." Uriel says pointing to the two dresses sitting on the table. " Red color symbolizes fierceness. Tonight, you will grace that party with the looks of a Queen because that is what you are, a queen." One hour later, Uriel and I made our way downstairs to find my parents waiting for us with Ethan in my mother's arms. The gasps that escaped their mouths did not go unheard.

“Mother, goo—” The slap came like a blur, sharp, heavy and blazing. Valia hit the marble hard, her cheek searing under her mother's scalding palm. “Do you know what they say?" Segrenry whispered, kneeling beside her, voice low as smoldering embers, “That I, the great Red Queen, birthed a creature of shame. They speak that my line rots from within.” Her hand seized Valia’s chin, nails biting into skin and forcing her head up until their eyes met.