You Can Call Me Queen Bee Novels & Stories

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.”

She smiles though I feel like it’s forced. “Hey when this is all done I’m going to throw a slumber party with all us girls, we can have some real bonding time together and make some friends then I will bring you back with me to the kingdom.” I smile, “No competition necessary this time.” I wink and she laughs. “That sounds great I can’t wait.” She suddenly looks confused, “What do I call you now.” She asks. “In formal occasions you call me Queen Luna, but outside of that you can call me Cuz or O it’s up to you, whichever you feel comfortable with.”

"I love you, My little female, please say you'll be my queen?" My eyes go wide as he continues. "Be my queen baby, Queen Megan of Altundral, my mate, my forever my everything, please say you'll be my Queen?" I smile as I think to myself me a Queen who'd have thought that!

“It’s for your own good.” I started dialing the local authorities, but before the call could connect, another call came through. My screen lit up with a name that made my blood boil. Queen. I hesitated. Kael’s eyes narrowed, silently asking who it was. I mouthed her name, and he clenched his jaw. With a deep breath, I answered. “What do you want, Queen?” I snapped. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? You’ve already ruined my reputation on every media outlet. What more could you possibly want?”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

She’s exactly where she always is, poised, composed, a queen on a throne no one voted her into. Leon’s wife, my architect, is the one who has been my sponsor since my mom went to jail. “You look troubled,” she says without looking up from her tea. “Cut the act,” I snapped. “You used me?!” Her hand stills, just for a second. Then she sets the cup down carefully, like the world hasn’t just shifted beneath us. “So,” she says softly. “You’ve finally found the truth, how?” I weave the phone in her face. “Someone just called me and told me I was just a pawn,” I laugh. “I thought it was a joke, but things make sense in how easy it was for me to get into a house.”

So if anyone was hoping that it was a fluke or that the king and queen would never permit it, tonight is going to be solid proof that it's real. That it's happening. I will become the future Queen of the Lycans. Aries hums in amusement, his presence a warm, golden hum in my chest. "Queen Delilah. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, sweetheart?" I scoff. "That’s what you’re thinking about right now?"

she shouted at Rohan, who was shocked as well as the others with them inside. “But honey?" “What honey? you want me to smash your face until it's become a honey bee?” she said while raising one of her fists, as if she was really going to punch him in the face. But Linda and Philip immediately approached them to stop her. “Just sit down, Mrs. Nadia.” Linda said as she held it in her arm. “How can i be calm if he keeps calling me honey and keeps saying i'm his wife!” she replied and pointed to him.