You Can Call Me Queen Bee Novels & Stories

"Y..es. Valerie Swanson, the powerless one. Do you know her?" "Ok." The telephone was dropped back so I guessed the conversation was over. The Fae who took the call then said to me, "Count yourself lucky. The Queen seeks your presence." What in the fucking world!

Bratty Lady. This was the registered name of the caller with this number. It was a call from Lilith Craig. A woman I happened to bump into while she was being harassed at a club where I would usually go during my day off to get a good drink and get laid when I wanted to. I did not know she would start annoying me after that incident. She was annoying because she wouldn’t stop chasing me, although I have been blatant and frank that I do not want girls of her kind.

They look at each other and I furrow my brows. "You're sure he won't banish us or some shit if he finds you here?" Berry asks and I look at him. "No. No he won't because then I sure as hell am not going back to him." I tell them before laying back. "Okay." "That's crazy man. You are the next Queen." Berry says and I can tell that he is baked. "Ehh." We just chill from there on. Berry had rolled more joints and by now, we've probably smoked 15 of them.

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?”

I was still trying to stop laughing, but it wasn't working. "I do. Queen. I still say timeout." I looked at him and shook my head. He is really unserious. " Well, don't. It doesn't sound nice, trust me." "And, don't call me the queen. I don't think I want that title anymore. I want to be Kendrick's and that's it. " I clarified.

"Next to Princess Berry and the gingerbread guard. That story was a bomb!!!" "I know! It's about my friend," I gasped. "Berry is real?" I hit my forehead and laughed. "Well, duh, you're real!" "My sugar queen likes me, I'm so pleased," wait, why does she keep calling me that? Don't tell me… "yes, you're my sugar queen," "How? Why?" She shrugged. "I dunno, but I love you!" She squealed and embraced me again. I'm her sugar queen? Like the one she has to serve? How did I end up being a queen? What does a queen even do?

“He’s not here.” “I don’t need him,” I said, surprised to realize it was true. He tilted his head. “That’s cute, you really believe that?” “I believe,” I said, voice steady, “that you should leave me alone.” His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, jaw tightening. “Selene,” he muttered. I almost laughed. “Of course,” I said. “The queen is calling.” He silenced the phone and looked back at me, eyes hard. “Why don't you move on? You’re becoming a liability.”

The queen’s feet are long and pointed and not shaped as arcs like the other human-like bees. “Another human.” The queen muttered. “what do you mean another human? Am I not the only one here?” Alex asked, out of the queen’s intriguing statement. The queen laughed and then turned angry. “Humans are disgusting! Such foul creatures walking around my kingdom!” she then, turned her back to Alex. The queen’s butt was bigger than other bees. The queen bees are the ones who lay eggs for the other bees to be born. Alex guessed. “Into the dungeon!” the queen bee commanded the creatures. They grabbed Alex’s hands and flew right where the dungeon is. A series of tunnels have been passed by them. While Al

I told her before I lost my nerve. “I see. Well, I should be happy for you, I guess…” Queen replied after a small pause. “Thank you, really,” I thanked her again. “Well, don’t be a stranger. I’ll miss you to be honest. I don’t have a daughter, so I sort of view you as one. Please come and visit me. We can also hit the bar together!” Queen said as she tried to sound cheerful. “Sure. I’ll definitely keep in touch. Don’t worry about that. I’ll continue working at the bar and at King’s company too. You can call me, and you know where to find me,” I said with a smile.

I had told her about my life, though she probably envied me; to her it probably would have been a gift to have her father even remotely care about her well-being. Friday night had come way too fast for me, I came into work where Dale had told me my stage name and introduced me to the other girls. There was Ginger, Violet, Coco, Pepper, Cinnamon, Jewel, Amethyst, Estella (or Ella), Gigi, Kat (or Kitty), Roxi (or Roxanne) and then me. I smiled politely and nodded as some of the girls took me in and smiled back, a few of them gave me disgusted looks. “Why is she here, she hasn’t even had sex yet.” the one Dale had introduced as Violet said a few hums of agreement came from Cinnamon and Estella.