Sugar Queen Novels & Stories

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Kayne had a well-built body that could make any woman swoon, and he was adept at flaunting it around, making the women in his pack desire him intensely. One of the maids in the house entered his room with a tray holding a plate of fruits. She bowed humbly. "The queen asked me to get you this." Kayne smiled, pointing to the table in front of him. "Keep it over there and come right to daddy," he said. She gasped. Her name was Naomi.

“I was the one who suggested tea. I don't mind what you're wearing.” I fiddled nervously with the loose button on my left jacket cuff. “Do you like milk or sugar, dear?” the Queen asked me. “Um...” My mind went totally blank. “Uh, sugar?” She raised her eyebrows, unsure if I was asking her a question or if I actually wanted tea. “Sugar, please,” I repeated, trying to sound confident and knowing that I was failing miserably. “None for Freddie,” Liam said before Freddie could reply. “We have things to discuss.”

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

What does that even mean? She’s a Seelie Queen who rules over less than five hundred people, but she’s also a sweet woman who loves cheesecake and cracks lame jokes. There’s the tough fighter side of her, then there’s the woman who becomes putty in my hands when I kiss her. The Queen who wanted to go up against me, who planned my downfall for years. The Queen who would fight for her people, who would give up her own happiness to keep them safe… and the woman who did just that when she rejected me.

I gulped slightly as I shot my dad a look for encouragement, but the old fart instantly warmed at the idea of time for high tea and sat at the chair closest to whom I could only assume was Lucy’s father. I went to the chair next to Axel and hesitantly reached for a chocolate haystack. The Queen snorted and laughed a little, the dark and boding presence of the King shooting her a look of mild annoyance with a hint of curiosity. “You know..” she said after I took my first bite. “That those are the very first cookies I sold to Teddy here.” She smiled. “Honey.” He glared down at his plate, obviously his bad cop routine falling apart in the midst of his wife.

The weight loss, the grey skin, the tissue pressed between the mattress and Rayana’s hip, positioned for easy access. Queenie doesn’t say anything about it. She just sits on the other side of the bed, opens the cafeteria bag, and distributes ice cream cups efficiently, with a nurturing warmth. “Three flavours,” Queenie says. “Vanilla, strawberry, and something called ‘tropical paradise’ that smells like sunscreen. I gave us all a tropical paradise because we deserve to suffer equally.” “That’s communism, and I support it,” Rayana says.

Xavier shot me a worried glance, but I shook my head to tell him it was nothing. Once the SIB agents had everyone secured, all of us powerless against them, the dragon queen landed and shifted to her human form. Someone handed her a long, flowing golden robe. She cinched the waist tight, then strode toward us. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She looked more like a goddess than a politician. Two men flanked her, the broader one had wavy blond hair and a ruggedly handsome face. The other was a redhead with intelligent green eyes. Caprice Sorrentino, Council Queen, and ruler of the five territories in the United States, paused to survey us. Her keen, hazel gaze landed on me and she coc

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

There was a woman with a pink apron behind the counter when we entered. “Angelica!” She cooed when we entered. “I’m glad you’re here. I made those cakes like you asked the other day. Are you here to test them?” “Yes,” Angelica answered. “This is Anila, our future queen.” The woman glanced at me and her smile widened. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said to her, holding out my hand for her to shake. She ignored my hand and ran around the counter. Before I knew what was happening, she was wrapping me in a tight hug, surprising me.