You Can Call Me Queen Bee Novels & Stories

She faced me again. "Come, let's have our late lunch. I'm starving!" "THANK YOU, BETA—" "Koby." He immediately cut me off while Tricia was smiling at me beside him. "Just Koby, Lycan Queen." I nodded and smiled back at them, "Then, perhaps you two should start calling me by my name as well." "We can't." Tricia butted in. "It's against our law, though you could call him too by his name, like how you do it to me."

I bite my lip, then give myself a firm reminder. Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz-Brodcraz of Shadowglade. I can do anything once I am the queen. I will be heard.

the Queen informed us. “I do not understand, Queen,” I replied uncertain how to talk to her. I wished Eric had told me some of this, but in reality, we had very little time to discuss etiquette when speaking with the Queen and King. The Queen gave herself a shake, “Please call me Elizabeth, and this is Carter, my mate,” she said as she looked between us.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

I waved her excitement off. "IT CAN WAIT. YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, OR, ARE YOU?" We heard a cough. Stacey, one of the Queen Bees spoke. "I need to talk to you." She interrupted us. I hated it when people tried to exert dominance over others even when it wasn't necessary. "Ask nicely and maybe I would consider your request."

“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.”

She blinked at me. I reared back to watch her and slapped my forehead in annoyance. “Calling me your queen.” “Ohh, I didn't realize you had no idea you're a queen. And it's just my right to address you as one." She smiled sweetly, but I just gaped at her. Is she out of her senses? I gave up on advising her not to do that. She won't listen to me anyway. I cleared my throat and leaned in closer. "Do you know any guard you can trust?” I asked in a low voice. “One who can lend me his phone for the night?”

Lil kissed him on the face, “You did great. I am proud of you. Both you and Jo did great today.” Nathaniel looked at her sadly, “Mommy, don’t always worry so much about our health. We are not that fragile. We are Petrovas. We are tough and unbreakable.” Lil laughed through her tears, “Yes. We are unbreakable.” Jonathan frowned on hearing the name Petrovas. If he was not mistaken, the little girl in his memory called herself Petrova. Lydia Aprice would also brag about being a princess. That was a lie. He always knew it.

Something that belongs to me. Not given. Not controlled. Mine. I step outside, walking toward the garden space. The soil is fresh, ready to be used. I imagine rows of green, something alive growing under my care. For a moment I feel calm. “My lady,” Fiona calls. I turn. “The Queen Mother has requested your presence. It is time for lunch.” I straighten slightly. “Alright.” After cleaning up, I make my way to her chambers. When I arrive, I immediately sense something is wrong.

“What do you suppose I call you?” “Brooklyn.” “I'm afraid we can't do that.” “You're such a bore, calling me Queen Brooklyn doesn't hurt your mouth?” Alan's lips twitch and I peck up when an idea comes into mind. “Or you can call me Queen Bee!” “No way!” Alan's head falls back in a loud laughter. “Those are for highschool bitches.” I giggle, “I suppose so. But it's a name.” “True,” Alan settles for a grin, “but for highschool bitches. You're not a bitch.”