Runway Queen Novels & Stories

I swiftly correct my expression, lifting my chin slightly to show my confidence as I give her a nod to lead the way. Sure enough, she leads me out onto the runway, where a small jet is waiting with the pilot on the side of the stairs leading into it. Just as I take the first step onto the stairs, I turn around to see the young woman watching me with envy. "Have you ever been to New York?" I ask, nearly shouting as the rumbling sound of the jet drowns out most of my voice. Her eyes land on mine wide, and she shakes her head vigorously. I look around the empty runway as though I am looking for confirmation of my idea, finding only myself to make the decision. With a shrug, I bring my attention

“Now go out there and kill them. Break hearts, steal souls, take no prisoners.” Aurelia gave him a playful salute, her silver heels clicking against the polished floor as she followed the other models toward the runway entrance. Behind her, Jake clasped his hands under his chin and sighed loud enough for everyone to hear. “My baby’s all grown up,” he wailed. Her smile widened as she stepped into the backstage glow. The music swelled beyond the curtains, the roar of an eager Paris crowd waiting. Tonight, the world was watching—and Aurelia was ready to own every second of it.

Min was wrapping up his introductions. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for your presence tonight! We have royalty in the room—business moguls, movie stars, influencers, you name it. But now… it’s time.” The lights dimmed. The audience quieted instantly. He grinned. “Opening tonight’s show with a design from her own hands, please welcome the queen herself… ANNIE YIN!” A spotlight beamed across the runway. In the audience, Rex Radford sat frozen. He had been half-listening, scrolling through his phone, disinterested in the spectacle. Until he heard her name.

She was showing her superiority knowing that her wedding party was grander than anyone else's. "Of course. I'm the queen of the Raveen universe. That's how it should be." Lavina raised her eyebrows. She held her big belly. Not because she was angry, she just wanted to laugh until she burst out laughing. The queen of Raveen's universe was Lavina. There was no other queen.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Allowing no opportunity for anyone to run or hide from her. "You're foul son has attempted to commit one of the most heinous crimes in this Kingdom, under my roof... to my staff." The Raven Queens rage was glacial. An avalanche in a blizzard, you knew you could not escape. Her wings folded, but a ridged arch to their fold showed the tension as she kept her fury under control.

Oswald nodded, his gaze sharp and focused. "So, you enjoy running things?" "Oh, absolutely," Queen replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I have always believed in making bold moves. It is part of why I came back to New York, I wanted to explore new opportunities." Oswald raised a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "New opportunities?" he echoed, as if testing her words. Queen smiled coyly. "Yes. And of course," she added with a playful glance, "to reconnect with old friends."

‘Do I really have to go? "Naomi, let's go." Shannon patted her shoulder gently for reassurance. "OK." Naomi nodded and walked decisively into the cabin. She didn’t see Queenie's vicious eyes in the terminal not far away... "She's already boarded. The plan is ready to go!" "Yes." Hearing the response, Queenie hung up the phone and stared at the private jet. Soon, the plane slid off the runway. It began to accelerate and finally broke away from the runway...

“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.”

Queen warned. I laughed and I mean laughed. "Queen! Wait, that name of yours must really be the reason you think you are royalty in this school to be giving commands! I didn't even come your way like at all and you're shouting! Abeg abeg! Excuse me, I have my runs clothes to pack abi didn't you say I did runs to buy them?"