Novel & Cerita You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Dame said "What?!" I yelled "Hahaha, this is a joke right?" I asked and they all just looked at me My phone started to ring and I saw it was the unknown person I grabbed the phone from dad and answered it putting it on loudspeaker "Hello?" I answered "Hello my Queen and all of you who's listing," a guy said "Why are you calling me that?" I asked "On your 17 Birthday, you will be crowned Queen and everyone will kneel before you We call you Queen because that's what you are in the next 2 days someone will show up and get you ready for your coronation and in 12 days on your 17 Birthday you will get a beautiful ball and will be announced as Queen

Tasha, one of the queen bee's yelled, making everyone in the cafeteria laugh out loud. "Well we all know you sluts don't wear outdated boots, even though your feminine part is outdated." Freekles man bickered, wiggling his eyebrows in a funny way. "Shut up ugly face." Imogen Adams the queen bee herself, yelled. She began to move closer to Freekles man and her minions followed behind like puppies. "Oh the slut aka walking STD is awake, did I touch a nerve?" Freekles man joked, I just watched the drama with opened eyes, feeling glad the attention was diverted from me.

There is a high possibility that someone will recognize me when we get to Colter Society. “Zaina!” I immediately opened my eyes and glared at her. Damn it, if she will call me by my name there this so loud, I’m pretty sure that I can’t leave that place, ever again. “One more this, Rebecca. Don’t call me by my name,” I coldly said to her. She got confused about what I’d been saying. “What will we going to call you? You don’t even want to be called Queen?” “Call me Z, or better yet, you won't be talking to me. If you want, message me or whatever,” I suggested.

Bamby asked Clarissa. “Me? A model? A beauty queen?” Clarissa was still confused. She was stunned by that question. She did not expect that somebody would approach her in the street to tell her she could be a model. “Yes, sweetheart. And I am so sorry. We have been talking for quite long but I have never asked your name,” Bamby said. “My name is Clarissa, Clarissa Gonzales,” she responded. “Oh my gosh! That is such a perfect name for a beauty queen. Well, anyway, what’s your answer? Do you want to be a model?” Bamby reiterated his question.

“It’s not as easy as you think it is, you know?” “On the bright side, at least, I endured what lie threw at me rather than trying to climb into another man’s bed to gain favor. Now look at her.” “You all sound like you do not know just exactly who Queen Aurora is.” “Ei, so you’ve met the queen bee? Oh, how sweet. How is she? Welcoming? Loving?” “Very welcoming.” “She’s feisty. I like her. You can have my space babes. I know they’re not going to make it easy for you. You may have to take your tongue though. Especially around Sarah and Queen. They’re devils in disguise.”

I could see her face, the queen was back, the Queen Red Bee. The Queen Red Bee who was already jealous of my new fame said, ‘You are not a good dancer, you only won because of the crowd’s chant.’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied, ‘well why don’t you and me make it a double edge show for tonight? What do you say people?’ directing my attention to the crowd. ‘You and me, Queen Merton for the new Dancehall Queen of London.’

Trent Mercer, my rich-kid roommate, stumbled through the door late at night. He was half-dragging Raven Cross, the campus queen, who had passed out cold. "Hey, Skye," Trent sneered, reeking of cheap tequila, "This one's a real catch. I'm feeling generous, so you get first dibs." I turned down my three roommates’ “generous offer.” Instead, I quietly set up a hidden camera, angling it directly toward the bed. This was my third life, after all. In my first life, I played the hero. I stepped in and saved Raven, only for her to turn around and accuse me of sexual assault. I died in prison long before I ever saw my release date. In my second life, I turned a blind eye. I ignored them and went

The Text Exchange Mia: How long have we been going out now? Michael: Fifteen days. Mia: Then why are you still calling me Dr. Mia? It’s weird. Michael: 😅 Michael: Okay, I’ll call you Mia. Mia: You’re so boring sometimes. [Michael typing…] Michael: Alright, “Honeybee.” How’s that for a nickname? May be I should call you the queen bee. Mia:Honeybee is not bad.😉

“If you hadn’t called me first, I was about to call you. It’s doable. But… the pushback will be intense.” “I figured as much,” Briella said calmly. “So—arrange it. I want a video call with Queen Windsor.” “What?! You want to speak to the Queen herself? Are you sure? If you show up on that call, she’ll know—you’re the founder of BM Group.” Audrey shot up from her seat, stunned. “I know,” Briella replied, lounging back on the sofa. “But I’ve made my choice. I’m not afraid anymore.” “…Fine. I’ll arrange it. But promise me—you have to be extremely careful.”

“I can go on and on about what this girl has done for us, how she has transformed my son from a playboy to your next Alpha, but I won't. Because, I want you all to see first hand what this girl can do, what she is capable of..." Another booming applause filled the room. "So, without any further delays, we will perform the ceremony now… but first tell me princess Jayden, what shall be your title going forward? Luna Jayden or the Alpha Queen Jayden?” Nash’s father asked. I looked at the crowd, and I saw adoration and admiration there. And I knew, I cannot be a Luna because Luna is a title beneath the Alpha. And in our relationship, like my parents, I was an equal, if not more. So, I cleared my