You Can Call Me Queen Bee Novels & Stories

After the toast, I looked around at the surrounding tables. The warm sun, the soft breeze, the smiling faces. Everything was perfect or as perfect as it could be with the people we were missing. I swallowed and forced the thoughts aside. Today was not the day to cry. “I’ve always thought of you as a queen but I can officially call you a QUEEN!” Gabe said. “My bestie’s a queen,” he said with a little fake hair toss.

The title read "Queen-Bee" "Beyoncé?" Afrah muttered quietly, briefly glancing up at the bathroom. The sound of the water still running put her at ease as she began to read. "Queen-Bee" I'm a good little worker; I speak when I'm spoken to, I smile when I'm prompted to do so, and I move only when she gives me permission; I live to serve her; To receive that glowing look of acknowledgment, the reward of a job well done; I am the strength of the hive;

“And I’m sure Queen Bee’s part of your organization. I’m not a fool, Silver.” He finally stood, padding to the glass wall. “Then, it happens I ain't the only one after your life. Queen Bee is invincible, and she does her thing her way.” I tried to shake off the thoughts because I watched Ari die, and one female kingpin doesn't mean the dead come back to life. Still, I’ve never met any Queen Bee, not even in my dreams. So, what does she want with me? “She offered a fortune for my wife to vanish. I want to see her, and know what her beef with me is,” I said desperately. “Because if she plays tricks again, I’d put a bullet in her head.”

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

But I couldn’t just let this stand. *You’re not everyone. We’re not just anyone. Like you said, everyone has always pushed you around. Trixie you … YOU are going to be a Queen very soon. Show them a Queen,* Mila said, encouraging me. “Sounds good,” I said to the Queen, but not elaborating further. I gave her my best smile. She looked … confused. Good.

After he ended the call with Michael, he returned to Bwell Therapeutics. Soon, Queenie arrived. “Mr. Yarde,” Queenie greeted him with a sweet smile, earning herself a glance from Lindsy. “Ms. Batley,” replied Kayson. “You can call me Queenie, Mr. Yarde.” “Then you can call me by my name.” “Alright, then. Kayson,” Queenie replied as she glanced provocatively at Lindsy. After that, she turned back to Kayson and asked, “Can we go now, Kayson?”

He smiles at me. I giggle inwardly when he just called me my girl. It actually is important. I mean, it felt really good to be actually called my girl. Moreover that it's Gage calling me that. It's like, yeah I'm his girl and you can't do anything about it because I'm his girl. Like fuck yeah I'm his girl call me that again, please. "I really wanna go around Los Angeles." I tell him. "I wanna see what's in store in this city. I wanna see some shops or views. I wanna be amazed by this place." I continued.

She pulled back slightly, and I smiled at her, stroking her hair back and kissing her lightly. “Weren’t you on the phone?” she whispered. “Shit.” I grabbed my phone, only to hear silence on the other end. “Shane?” “Still here, asshole.” “You’re the one who won’t stop calling when I’m busy,” I said. “You know your phone has a mute function, right?” “Yes, but that won’t stop you from calling one of my other members and making them pester me. You’ve done it before.” “Then don’t be busy mating with your new queen when I’m calling.”

Only at this moment did I truly understand that a woman should pursue power above all else. The dinner began. Luke stood on the stage, delivering a passionate and hopeful speech before finally announcing loudly, "Now, let us all welcome the Queen of the Werewolves with the greatest respect!" "Your Majesty!" The crowd bowed in perfect unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall as they awaited my arrival. I wore an extravagant outfit. Its intricate embroidery and dazzling gemstones sparkled under the lights. On my head sat the unique crown of the Silverfang Pack. It was a symbol of power and honor.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B