Spicy Queen Novels & Stories

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.”

She started making trouble at school when she was in mid-school. Ever since then, she has been known to be the “Queen of Bullies.” Nobody dares to reprimand, discipline, or offend her. Her temper is the worst anyone can ever encounter. She is a bitch to everyone. She oppressed and bullied everyone that pricked her eyes. Boys and girls. Students and teachers, no one has ever managed to win over her. She rarely, or rather, never smiles. She seems annoyed when she sees people with slow understanding. Even the teachers can’t escape from her measuring gazes when they are in front of the class lecturing. They feel like walking on eggshells during their lectures, uneasy, knowing they have to be ver

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

You might be wondering who I am? I am the Minister's one and only sweetest daughter. I don't know my mum because I lost my mum while giving birth to me. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to have a mother. But all the way I love my dad even though he's really strict. I attend Starlight High School. My dad wants me to become just like Queen Bee. Queen Bee is a very popular girl. She's very good at dancing, singing and best of all she's very good at rapping. Her mum was an Idol and she was labeled the queen of K pop so I think through her mum's influence most people knew her.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

Once inside, a wave of stale sweat, alcohol and sex hit me and I gagged, my stomach souring. The room was crammed with bodies dancing under the red light. I turned around, squinting, hoping I could spot her in the mass of bodies. I saw her, just beyond the pole dancers, whining her waist on the laps of a man. Sinclair. She looked up and her eyes landed on me. She gasped.

Daphnée accepted the glass of champagne from Mario, who took it from a passing server and asked, “Is Emilia here too?” “No, we have her waiting outside, but I think Mr Bardi has someone fetching her right now,” he answered. Mario looked at Daphnée who was looking toward the VIP area and asked, “What are your plans, Queen?” “I am the owner here. If they want to see me, they need to come find me,” she said and made her way back up the steps and went to the break room that overlooked the club. “Queen?” Alessandro called to her as he entered. She was overlooking the club that was slowly filling up with guests while she drank the champagne.

With that, he fell his ass on his seat. “Stop it, Mr Aguire. It’s not her father or brother who got her back, it’s her husband,” another man speaks up and he is the man I hate the most inside this building. I hate his guts but I cannot just easily kick him out of my company. “Thalia Isabelle Lamnelle-Brickser,” he stated. “That name alone added to her power,” he added and I stood up from my seat. Gossips are everywhere and with the kind of world we have, the news spread faster than a bullet.