When He Calls You Queen Novels & Stories

“Well, go tell your king that I refuse to offer my presence.” Amusement dances in Alan's eyes before he blinks it away. It happen so fast I think I imagine it. “I'm afraid we can't leave this place without you, Queen Brooklyn.” Bethel says, face poker as ever. I tilt my head to the side, “isn't that a mouthful?” “What?” Asks Bethel, looking confused. “Calling me Queen Brooklyn.” “We call the higher-ups with their title,” slowly, his eyes clashing with mine for the first time ever. “What do you suppose I call you?”

I could hear a relaxed but dangerous female voice exude from Theo's phone. "I'm well aware of that, my boss." "We've been planning this for months now. When we execute this grand plan, you realize that you'll be the most powerful Alpha in the whole wolf realm, right?" "I'm aware of that, my queen." I frowned in shock. My mum was supposed to be the only person he was supposed to call his queen. A heard a soft chuckle from the other end of the call. "You know I like it when you call me that, right?"

He kissed my raised arm gently and then took it away. “You don’t have any idea how fucking beautiful you are. How well you fit against me. Do you feel it? Do you feel how perfectly you fit with me, Alora?” He breathed. I nodded. “Words, talk to me, Reina(Queen)” Did he just call me that? And for some reason, him calling me Queen fueled my desire for him. “Yes…yes…I feel it.” I couldn’t resist his dominance. I loved when he handled my body like this and I wanted him to claim every inch of my body.

“Don’t.” Queen looked at the screen. James. Again. She hesitated. Ava noticed. “Queen.” “I’m just looking.” “That’s how horror movies start.” Grace laughed. Even Queen smiled. Then the phone buzzed again. And again. And again. Ava grabbed a cushion. “If he calls one more time, I’m answering.” Queen shook her head. “He won’t.” The phone rang immediately. Ava snatched it. “Hello?” Queen’s eyes widened. “Ava!” Too late. Ava had already put the phone on speaker.

Not knowing what he should continue to call the queen Rex stopped and looked at her. “You may call me Ullysarius or Queen Ullysarius, but your companions will continue showing me the proper respect due. Your position does not exclude them from punishment while they reside inside of my domain,” the queen said, her facial expression and voice calm and soft while speaking to Rex but changed to stern while speaking to Cassius and Grub. “I smell the blessing of a great one,” Paool said from beside Rex, who was startled slightly by the sudden noise from beside him. “Sorry blessed one, I apologise if I startled you.”

Refusing to let him intimidate me, I fired back. "I'm your queen. I deserve some respect!" "Queen, my ass," He howled. "You're no queen of mine."

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

“I am not and after what you told me, I don’t think I should do a speech, anyway.” “No! don’t! you should. I want you to. It’s important, people start recognizing you and getting to know you. You are going to be their queen.” Aaron says, holding my hand back. “Am I Aaron?” I ask, feeling doubtful and tired. Aaron frowns and nods once before saying, “Yes! And you going to be the damn best Queen they have ever seen.” I open my mouth, but we are interrupted again.

He placed a hand on his chest and heaved a nervous sigh. “Don’t be scared, I got your back. Just trust me in this because this will be fun. I just need to play my cards right to get my desired outcome.” I gave him a convincing stare which he returned with a reluctant nod. “I’m the queen here, they fear me,” I joked, winking at him. “You sure are. Almost everyone is talking about you on the internet, just saying.” “Wait do you have an Instagram account?” I asked, raising my brows expectantly.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of the queen's lips. Stacy's form trembled with each jolt of the car, but she maintained her poise, not budging an inch as she continued to scroll through her phone. The voice of authority reached her ears, causing her eyes to lift and lock onto the queen's unwavering gaze. "Stacy," the queen's tone was firm yet compassionate, capturing Stacy's full attention. "Yes, my queen."