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Her disciples stood still for backup. Christina peeks up to face her dead in the eyes and she could see a little whippy bitch underneath all that muscles and talking hence Christina rolls her eyes and continue focusing on her plate. "Hey, did you get what I said?" Queen Bee smacked her palm against the table to try to scare Christina but she does not flinch at her attempt. "Hey, the queen Bee is talking to you." One of her disciples spoke out while she flicked Christina's hair. "Don't do that again," Christina spoke in a low voice.

I raised an eyebrow, shifting my gaze from her friend back to Mira, who was interrogating me. “Sorry, but I don’t know her!” I repeated coolly, not hiding my amusement. It was clear that my indifference was getting under their skin. Mira crossed her arms, giving me a stern look, but I could tell she was just sizing me up. Then she straightened, her voice turning calm and collected. “I’m Mira,” she said, tilting her chin slightly. “I’m the queen bee of this college.” “Queen bee, huh?” I replied, suppressing a smirk.

Sweetcakesboy And what type of guy calls himself a lightweight:/ Lightweight. It's called being unique:) Peachbaby. Okay, if you're all going to talk about me like I'm not here then I'm going to bed-_- Lightweight. You mean coming to bed? Sweetcakesboy Urrgh perv. That's my Queen you're talking to! Talkercrush Awwn. Rowa!!. He just called you his Queen. He's so cute:D Sweetcakesboy Glad to see someone else sees this:) Peachbaby

I laughed nervously, I never said I want to be a queen, I prefer my quiet life. “How about you come visit me another day?” I shake my head. “I’m afraid that’s not appropriate, queen and besides, I don’t think I remember the way back to this place” I rejected her offer politely. She laughs. “Please don’t call me queen” “What should I call you then? Ma’am?” She shakes her head. “Call me Aunt!” “Aunt?!” she nods. “But you’re the queen how can I call….” “Don’t worry, I permit you!”

His eyes narrowed, and he watched. “Hmm... not bad. For someone else, you look like a commoner. They will not recognize you. But I helped you even when you were barely alive.” Queenie was speechless, a perfectly acceptable excuse. “Then, Princess Queenie, why have you come here?” “Please, call me Queenie.” “All Right, Queenie! I don’t know what King Darian and Queen Sarah thought when they named you Queenie. You are uncomfortable calling ‘princess.’ Then you asked me to call you a higher name.”

“Maya, can I have a minute of your time, without your new family.” I heaved in, calling for control, while Peter and Laura tapped reassuring touches on my shoulders, telling me non-vocally to hang in there. They had no choice after all. The queen must be obeyed. After they left, I turned around and strolled toward the queen, choosing to stand up. She had said just a minute after all. “Well, for starters, my name is Aliana. So call me Queen Aliana, incase of the next time.”

"Oh. Okay. Please have him call me as soon as possible. Tell him it's Boma." "I know." Boma frowned, confused but she guessed, why not? Her name was in his call contact so the phone had definitely shown she was the caller on the call dial. "Okay." She said hesitantly. "Boma." "Yes." She could not understand why the girl was calling her like that. "Is there a problem?" "Why? Don't you recognize my voice?" "I thought it sounded familiar, but no." "Boma, this is Queen." Boma was speechless.

"You look like a queen." My mother blinked, surprised, then she laughed. "Oh, do I now?" "Yes, but you look tired," she added innocently. Sora froze, staring in horror. I nearly choked, but my mother smiled. It wasn't forced, but genuine. "I like her." She crouched to Beauty's level despite the warning of the servants. "What's your name, little one?" "Beauty, but Papa calls me Bee." "Well, Bee," my mother said with a smile, "you can call me Grand Duchess of Everything."

Speak of the devil, I thought to Willow. “I’m out here!” I said, waving him out onto the balcony. The coffee cup warmed my hands, and I took a few eager sips. “What do you think of your new subjects?” He asked jokingly, leaning on the balcony rails and nodding at a colony of bees buzzing around the gardenia blooms. “Sweet, but a bit sharp. I hear they make delicious sweets, though.” I said, laughing. “These and everyone else will be calling you, Queen Ruby soon.” Caleb said as he slid his hands around my middle. “Is that what you’d like me to call you, too?”