Spicy Queen Novels & Stories

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Queen rasped out munching on the chicken ~“ So what are you eating” Papa mumbled ~ “ Chicken and chips” Queen mumbled ~ “ And where did you get it” Papa asked ~ “ Well she ordered it before going out” Queen muttered. “ I almost got married today, Papa” Queen mused out giggling ~ “ Married?, to who” Papa mumbled with a shocked expression ~ “ The delivery guy –he is so cute and hot” Queen muttered filling up her mouth with chicken . “ Just like me” Queen gushes out

I can feel their stares heavy on me as Spencer pulls my chair out. I don’t sit down quite yet, glancing at the Lycan Queen. As she looks at me all done up in royal makeup and clothes, she frowns in displeasure but can’t bring herself to say anything. She looks away from me pointedly, refocusing her attention on Spencer. “Spencer!” The queen coos. “You look well. Have you been to the doctor? How are your wounds doing?” “I’m perfectly well, Mother,” Spencer says curtly.

Shawn grinned, "I sorta...may have told him and your mom that I want to marry you and they were so happy about it." Queen nodded, "I see. They will definitely tease me at my party tonight but I can't say I'm not looking forward to it...in the meantime..." Queen walked over to the door and locked it. Afterward, she turned and rubbed her body as she licked her lips, "Mr. Shawn Diesel...are you ready to blow your mind with some sweetness?" "You bet I am," Shawn replied and walked over to the door. He circled her waist with his arm, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her ear and whispered, "How can I not be crazy about you?"

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s.

“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.”

I had never seen him that mad or red, it just had me bubbling up with laughter yet I tried to hold it in which led to my cheeks puffing out and my eyes to swell with tears. Hell, Dante would murder me, trying to stare away, focusing on the werewolf queen who was staring at me too intently with her eyes wide. Oohh God, these royals would whoop my ass, swallowing my laughter and tears because Dante would snap my hand soon. “ Forgive us. I am Dante Domenique Nespereira, the new vampire king and this is my queen Flavia.” Dante made the introductions. The werewolf king was just so mad himself. It looked as if he would burst. The werewolf queen was just staring at me so intently I was starting to

he sneered from behind me, pumping his fingers in and out. “Mmmm” I moaned, pushing against the sofa with my forearms, attempting to cause more friction for my deprived pussy. “Uh, uh” Seb made a scissor motion with his fingers still inside me, causing me to cease all movement. “You stay still and take what you’re given my little scarlet pige.” I moaned, tempted to move, to remind him I was the Queen and he was at my service. “I’ll take care of you” he said, as he tore the back of my under-dress and ran his other hand roughly up and down my spine. “But I’m disappointed you doubted me my cocotte”

she replied savagely. “Hey. If you give me…” he began, but she interrupted him again. “Di… ermm…” She squinted at him. His name always felt wrong in her mouth. “Whatever your name is, you need to leave. Customers are already coming in and it’s too early for this. Leave, please” “The name is Dick, baby girl. Call it however you want” he said licking his upper lips, with an irritating smile, emphasizing his name like it was something to be so proud of.