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Set It Off Queen Latifah

The Hiding Queen

After grueling years, Queen Feria Avelia Nightreign finally finishes setting up advanced foundational systems for her kingdom that would make their kingdom function more smoothly, and yet rather than being grateful and joyful, she feels extremely annoyed that her trusted advisors are endlessly trying to convince her to marry already. “I finally have some time to spare for fun, and yet you *guys* want me to waste it on marriage interviews?” Queen Feria glares at her advisors, “nope, not gonna happen.” “Your Majesty you aren’t young anymore, actually you’re about to be in your thirties in just a couple of years. And thirty is quite old to be single your highness.” Finneas tells Queen Feria bluntly. “So? What if I’m old? I still look young and beautiful,” Queen Feria proudly declares, “and of course I’ll still be fit and lithe even after two years and even years after that (all hail my royal pedigree!) so you shouldn’t worry about me getting married, Finneas. It’s more likely you guys just want me to marry so I can finally sympathize with you all and your troubles of not meeting their significant other because of noble duties.” Queen smirks as she sharply looks at her advisors one by one. *coughs* “That’s not true at all your highness!" Hugh, another trusted advisor, blurts out. “Right, Feel our pain, your Highness!” George nods as he agrees. While Finneas just silently meets Queen Feria’s glare. Queen Feria continues to glare at her advisors while they stay quiet yet firmly meets her gaze. The silence then is broken by a knock on the door. “Sister, can I come in?” Albert Fennia Nightreign asks. Upon hearing her brother’s voice, Queen Feria is struck by an idea. With a sly smile, she says, “Come in Al, you’re just in time, thanks to you I just came up with another brilliant plan of mine~” Hugh, George, and Finneas, baffled by the queen’s sudden change of mood, look at each other as Albert comes in. “You have another plan to do, Sister? But I thought you are free right now?” Albert looks at his sister with his eyes shining with curiosity. “Yes, my dear Brother. Just now I came up with a brilliant plan that would ease those fools over there while still having some fun, heh heh, Hah Hah!~” Finneas adjusts his glasses, which is a habit whenever he feels uneasy, while both Hugh and George shiver from a sudden cold feeling. Albert with a confused face looks back and forth between his laughing sister and her advisors. It turns out that Queen Feria’s plan was to enroll in the prestigious Academy of Escarton, to find a suitable marriage partner while crossdressing and impersonating her brother. Queen Feria was even able to recruit her brother to play the part of her personal servant. It was already too late when her advisors found out this true plan of hers. So, they regrettably lament for all the poor innocent souls that their queen will corrupt.
Meidan · 14.1K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
STAYCE · 17.8K Views

Off-pitch Passions [BL]

Luca swore he’d never let an alpha close again. Three years ago, a brutal betrayal by an alpha he trusted left Luca scarred—not just emotionally, but physically. His omega pheromones vanished, rendering him numb to the scent of alphas… until now. When Luca reluctantly agrees to assist with the International High School World Cup, he thinks he’s safe. After all, what danger could a bunch of teenage soccer stars pose to someone who can’t even smell them? Until a collision with Germany’s icy prodigy, Jannik Wolff, rewrites his biology. One touch. One breath. Suddenly, Luca’s dormant pheromones surge back, honey-sweet and irresistible, and Jannik’s frost-laced scent burns his senses like a brand. But Jannik isn’t alone. Three more alphas awaken Luca’s shattered instincts: Oliver Ashford (England): A rosewood-scented gentleman who hides possessive claws behind velvet manners. Théo Moreau (France): A flirty forward with cinnamon-spiced pheromones and a tongue sharper than his cleats. Minho Kim (Korea): A brooding striker whose cedar-smoke scent clashes with the quiet warmth he reserves for Luca. These alphas aren’t just here to win trophies. They’re determined to claim the one omega who doesn’t swoon at their feet. Jannik corners him in empty hallways, demanding answers. Oliver “rescues” him from crowds with a proprietary grip on his wrist. Théo flirts in French just to watch him blush. Minho lingers in silence, his dark eyes tracing Luca’s every flinch. But Luca’s trauma runs deeper than their pride. He dodges their advances, locks down his pheromones with illegal suppressants, and throws himself into managing the tournament. Too bad fate—and four stubborn alphas—won’t take no for an answer. Love is a battlefield. So is off the pitch.
Cheesecake_is_life · 1.1K Views

Queen(s)

"History is written by those who survive. Myth is what remains when truth is too dangerous to speak." Long ago, the world was not ruled by kings or empires, but by Queens beings woven from the very fabric of magic itself. Five Queens, each the living embodiment of elemental power and divine will: The Flame Queen, fierce as fire and just as consuming. The Ice Queen, keeper of memory and time's endless frost. The Shadow Queen, mistress of secrets and the veil between life and death. The Nature Queen, heart of growth, spirit, and renewal. And the Light Queen, shining beacon of hope, healing, and illusion. Yet above them all rose the Black Queen—the true sovereign who held the essence of all elements within her. She was the fulcrum of balance, the eternal ruler whose presence bound the others in harmony. Together, they ruled from Elaria, the Sacred Kingdom—a realm suspended between worlds, where magic poured from the very stones, and the skies shimmered with a thousand hues of power. There, peace was not a hope—it was law. Magic flourished, and the land breathed with eternal life. But peace is fragile. Beneath the shimmering towers and golden courts, a shadow stirred—an ancient betrayal that was not born of the Queens’ own hearts, but of a force unseen, a traitor cloaked in love and loyalty to a crown beyond the Queens’ reach. The War of Falling Stars tore the heavens asunder, casting the Queens into exile and sealing away Elaria from the mortal world. The skies burned red. The earth wept tears of ash. And magic withdrew, fading into myth. For three centuries, the world lived in silence, the Queens reduced to whispers and faded legends. The magic they wielded was lost—hidden, locked away by a spell woven from hope and despair alike. But the kingdom never forgot. And now, beneath the blood-red moon, a crimson beam splits the night sky—the sign of their return. From forgotten corners of the earth, girls with no memory of who they were awaken, marked by power that refuses to sleep. They walk among us, unaware that the fate of all rests in their hands.
bigtiffs · 9.8K Views
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