Spicy Queen Novels & Stories

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

She hooked her arm around Spencer's neck and crooned, her voice interspersed with moans of pleasure, "I was just jealous. I'm jealous of her, Spencer. She gets all of your attention, and I get the leftovers." Spencer's tone softened. "Don't cry, baby. You had your eye on the bungalow on Second Promenade, didn't you? I'll buy you anything you want. I love you, Queenie, but I hope you won't make things difficult for me." Queenie was satisfied by this. She beamed and replied in a syrupy tone, "I'm willing to be your mistress forever, Spencer if that means I get to be with you." Their conversation was interrupted by another round of passionate moans that ended in a climax of ecstasy. Nikita felt

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

She claimed the farthest corner seat, dropping her six-figure bag careless on the plastic chair beside. "Spicy kick?" The lady checked. "Load it up," Sophia grinned. "I'm a spice fiend." "You got it!" The woman hollered back cheery. Sophia had craved heat since kid days, but skin-care strict these years kept her from the heavy stuff. Roadside joint like this? Time to drown the hurt in fire. The lady hustled over a plate piled with chili-dusted wings. "My own blend—secret recipe. One taste, and they're hooked."

/ˈtidlˌāt/ stimulate or excite (someone), especially in a sexual way. Alessandro She looks exceptional in that fucking dress. A head-turner, every step she does with her head held high, tells a story to people she holds the power. Every characteristic a queen needs in her vocabulary and she exemplary perform it with ease. The crowd gawked at her.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.

"You know, you can be a bit old-fashioned sometimes. Women aren't into that serious demeanor of yours." Spencer shot him a look. "And they're into your slick, glib style? That just shows they have no taste." Connor chuckled. "If you didn't have the looks or the build to go with your personality, you'd scare off most women. Alright. Just kidding. Let me see if Queenie has arrived." Queenie Wells soon arrived. She and Connor started cozying up to each other right in front of Spencer. Connor was good at sweet-talking, and it was clear that Queenie was enjoying it. Her face was beaming with happiness.

Jasmine Being in a restaurant felt like being let out of prison, and I owed it all to the coconspirator at my side. Her desire for spicy food had Camila and I sitting in one of the nicest Mexican restaurants in Kansas City. The bar in front of us was lined with the best of the best, top-shelf liquors. Our plates held varying degrees of spicy dishes. Even the aroma of Camila’s enchilada made my eyes water. I opted for something less fiery. We also enjoyed chips and queso.