The Queen A Bug's Life Novels & Stories

“Then do as I say if you want to live.” Basil was moved to tears at the boy’s answer. He won’t die! “Yes, Your Majesty!” And so, Basil was dragged away by the Queen’s people. And the Queen herself was like a dragon that spewed fire. Yes, Basil vividly remembered that fiery spit spewing out from her mouth nonstop like a fire breathing dragon… she was like a heroic female general. The Queen approached Basil with her sleeves rolled up, lips smiling cruelly, and hands nearing his neck. No, it was no heroic female general but a devil! Basil knew his death would come from the Queen herself – death by choking.

You did the right thing for us. She just silently nodded in response even though her mind was so loud, weighing down her squabbling emotions. I couldn't blame her though. She didn't want to kill anyone but it couldn't be helped. She was just trying to survive. To distract her from it, I spoke again, "Sage, you've mentioned that the Queen also appeared in your dreams, right? I finally know the reason why she talked to you." She looked taken aback by my statement but I was glad that I dragged her away from her toxic thoughts. "Oh, don't tell me she speaks cryptic shit again."

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

It'd probably feel amazing, right? After delivering the items, I quickly fled the place. After all, I was still a virgin and had no desire to become a tool for their lust. I moved on to the next household. But to my surprise, this one only had a single male occupant. When I arrived at his place, he was idly playing with his own manhood. It stood up tall and proud, even thicker than the last man's. My breath caught in my throat. Was he even human? It was bigger than a bull's!

"For her to understand that all life has value, no matter how small or simple it may seem. That even the tiniest creature has its place in the great tapestry of things." The morning stretched on in perfect peace, the farm humming with gentle life - chickens scratching in the dirt, bees buzzing from flower to flower in the garden, and somewhere in the distance, the low mooing of cows as Elias began his work in the pasture beyond the olive groves. Hera settled onto a sturdy hay bale near the fence line, the dried grass rustling softly beneath her as she watched her daughter play with genuine contentment. "It feels good to simply exist here without expectations or demands from Olympus."

It all started with an explosion. Wait—no, it started when the Queen began having a bad feeling in her gut. Something was happening or going to happen and it would affect her daughter in a way. And so the beautiful Queen made her way to her daughter's room and sighed in relief. The feeling didn't go at seeing her daughter. Rather, it lingered. She decided to carry her daughter in her arms for good measure. Then, and it was only then, that the exploding sound came with a force so high that even the Almighty Queen was shot out of her seat.

It was the first time I had spoken so much during a family gathering—and directly against Olivia. Her expression faltered briefly but quickly smoothed into a smile. “Sophia, you must be mistaken. Why would I give Ethan something he’s allergic to? This is just ordinary cheese-baked shrimp balls…” “Is that so?” I arched a brow, my voice still calm but carrying undeniable weight. “Strange, because I distinctly recall a similar dish here before. You ‘accidentally’ dropped a shrimp ball covered in cheese sauce onto Ethan’s sleeve, which immediately caused a rash on his arm. Have you forgotten, Miss Hart?”

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

When Queen stopped hearing her footsteps, she turned and stared at her in surprise. Q shook her head, "No, I don't think I can help you anymore." She wanted to leave her behind, but Ashton's girlfriend begged, "Please, please, I'm begging you, don't leave me here, please. I don't want to die." Queen sighed in frustration and walked back. She stared at the trap and shook her head. She knew that trying to save the lady was going to cost them both their lives because even if she got free, she would not be able to run.