Your Brow Queen Novels & Stories

"What makes you think that?” "And who says you're not a queen?" she questions me with her audacity. Her perfect eyebrows quirk up as she drops the dress and settles her hands on her hips like some angry mama about to whip someone's ass, "Well, you're beautiful like me. And those flower drawings on your body make you look badass and even prettier. Trust me, queens don’t have to be perfect. They just have to be brave. And you're brave, Aunt Layla." A lump instantly forms inside my throat. Why do I feel like I am about to fucking cry?

Evidence of my transformation from just another werewolf to Queen. The woman worked silently, applying foundation that felt like air against my skin, defining my cheekbones with subtle contour, sweeping a champagne shimmer across my eyelids that caught the light when I blinked. Her fingers danced through my hair next, twisting and pinning it into an elaborate updo that somehow looked effortless. She left a few tendrils free, framing my face with soft curls that softened the formality of the style. "There," she said finally, her voice warm with satisfaction. "A queen."

I whipped up a quick breakfast, a smoothie loaded with fruits, before diving into some documents that needed my attention. My hairstylist wouldn’t arrive until 1 PM, leaving me with a bit of time to strategize for the launch of Pourle’s products. As I scrolled through my phone, a headline caught my eye: “Isabella Accepts Position as Ambassador for Queenk Cosmetic Company.” A chill ran down my spine. Queenk was an international brand, known for its luxurious products, and they had been competing with Pourle in the market. They had entered the Madea market two years ago and were making strides, but they hadn’t quite matched Pourle’s reputation yet.

A bunch of queens line up, with the extreme having a cluster. I tap a random queen. “Did you see my stuff? It was packaged…” “You own that wicked shit?” She rolls her eyes. “Men, I need your plug.” The other queens laugh. “I don't have time for that.” I rap. “I need it.” “Sheesh.” She hisses. “Your shit knocked my girls out in seconds.” She points to two ladies dozing off on the cold floor. “But I got something on me.” She pulls out a wrapped substance from her bra and dangles it.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

"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