She's Your Queen To Be Novels & Stories

In a sultry tone, she promises to kick my ass. Her voice set me ablaze as Kimarhi blows me a kiss—a clear invitation to this dance. But I want a real one before we start, and she uses that moment of weakness against me to attack first. My Queen lands a striking combo hit and jumps a few feet away. A look of desire on her face that makes her so astonishing. Damn, she’s good. I spit out a mouthful of blood and steady myself. This is going to be fun.

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

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Though phrased as a question, his tone was clearly brimming with certainty, yet he still gentlemanly observed proper etiquette. “Mmm… I… I don’t know… down there… it’s so itchy…” She spoke anxiously and incoherently, her delicate, lovely face filled with helpless desire. Her legs crossed restlessly, rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease the intense desire burning in her most intimate place. That sense of emptiness surged ceaselessly from the depths of her flower, a sensation that even her intertwined legs and the confined space between them could not alleviate. She sobbed helplessly as desire burned through her jade-like, smooth, white body—sensual and wanton, yet innocent and lus

Every movement dripped elegance and death. The Queen. Her smile was almost tender as she looked down at them. “Such devotion,” she murmured. “The girl who loves the beast. How poetic.” Aria rose to her feet, the gold in her eyes flaring. “You’re the one who turned him into this. You think I’ll let you win?” The Queen tilted her head, amused. “Win? My dear, I already have. You’re standing in my kingdom, breathing my shadows. Every second you stay here, your light fades. Even now, you feel it slipping, don’t you?”

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“As long as you’re by my side as queen… I’m ready for anything.” The End

She steps closer to us. Leaning in closer to us, she sneers. I feel a vibration from Toby’s chest that startles me but I don’t look at him as she inches closer. “Listen, and listen really good. You are nothing! You will always be nothing! I don’t know why Chris is so worried about you. Mark my words, when I become Queen, I will banish you. I don’t like you. I will not have you thinking that you have a chance with him.”

George had taught me that sometimes the anticipation of violence was more effective than violence itself. “Let me make something very clear,” I said, stopping in front of her. “I am your Queen. Not by birth, perhaps, but by law. By the marriage that will be formalized in a matter of days. And whether you like it or not, whether you respect it or not, that title comes with consequences for those who disrespect it.” She kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

I breathe in deep. "Me." “You,” she echoes, proud. “My daughter. The Queen. You don't share thrones. You burn the others.” I nod, the decision settling in like poison in my bloodstream. "Then let the games begin."