Spicy Queen Novels & Stories

"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.

Her face was beaming with happiness. But Spencer couldn't help thinking that he could never pull off Connor's style. The thought of acting so sycophantic toward Ariana made Spencer feel sick to his stomach. Seeing that Connor was about to kiss Queenie, Spencer stood up. "You two have fun. I'm leaving." As soon as Spencer left, Connor immediately pushed Queenie away. She was used to this routine. She obediently sat to the side, waiting for him to hand her some money. After Queenie left, Connor made a phone call. "He saw you. He wants to arrange a welcome dinner. Remember how you're supposed to act?"

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.

Sabrina’s POV The lights in Club Eden dimmed, and a hush swept through the crowd, broken only by the pulsing bass rattling the walls. Then the MC’s voice boomed through the speakers, smooth and commanding. “Ladies and gentlemen… get ready for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The queen herself. Hot, sexy, and the fiery temptation that leaves you drooling. Put your hands together and make some noise for… Spicy!” The arena erupted. Cheers detonated like fireworks, the thunder of clapping, whistling, and stomping so loud it shook the floorboards beneath my heels. Phones shot into the air, flashlights blinking like stars as the crowd screamed my name.

“Who just yelled about my father?” She didn’t care about what they said about her, but it was despicable to show such disrespect for someone who had passed away. What made her even angrier was that this person was the founder of Queen Corp. If it weren’t for Jacob Queen, where would any of them have the chance to sit at this table and earn money? ***

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

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.

"I look ridiculous. A chubby bride at City Hall in a crop top." Luciano heard. He walked to me in his black suit, 6'3 of cold possessive man, and knelt. In front of everyone. He put both his big hands on my belly. Warm. Possessive. "My queen does not hide," he said loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "My queen is size 16. My queen is crop top. If New York has a problem, New York can look away." Lily clapped. "Mamma pretty! Belly!"

He sucks hard, a rhythmic pull that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Ours," Aureliano corrects, his hand sliding down my body to meet Spadino’s hand between my legs. They touch me together. Aureliano’s fingers find the wet heat. Spadino’s thumb circles the center of my pleasure. I cry out. It is too much. It is perfect. "Look at her," Spadino whispers, watching my face contort. "Look at the Queen unravel." "She isn't a Queen tonight," Aureliano says, biting my earlobe. "She is a woman."

I let out a breath and ran a hand through my hair. "The current Italian Don is now my father's business partner, which means his son, Dominic, is also involved." Her astonishment grows impossibly, "Oh Woah," she murmurs. "This is amazing!" she exclaims, laughing and clapping her hands, just as I expected her to. I sigh and place my head in her lap. "You need this spice, and a little danger isn't that awful. Consider all the secret meetings and hookups; you'd have to keep everything so quiet and on the low. It's so fun and thrilling." She lets out a sigh.