All Chapters of The Slave Queen: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The two stared at her for a moment in awe. Tanya spoke first trying to downplay the episode, “Like I said Elsa, probably some mobster.” Although she said it, she didn't believe it. She just didn't want to get Elsa's hopes up. She still couldn't displace the deep terror the whole episode caused her. “What made you go up to him like that?”Unfazed Elsa brought her hand up to where he'd touched her cheek, “I don't know. He seemed familiar.” Then something else occurred to her, “How do you think he knew my name?”“We were talking rather loud.” Linda interjected, “Come on, let's go or we're going to be too late and I'll miss all the fun.” She smiled in excitement before turning and walking toward the house with a generous sway of her hips.Tanya shook her head as Linda's recent act of jealousy was practically dismissed by her regardless of how hurtful she could be. Tanya and Elsa followed close behind. The scene that had just occurred seemed to be a distant blur to her.At the same time

The next hour passed quite slowly, especially with the hub of partiers that we're unable to hold their liquor and make their way to the beach to vomit. She screwed up her face in disgust, not understanding why people did that to their bodies. It must be different when you don’t grow up with an alcoholic in the family, she thought. In between the vomiting guests, were couples looking for privacy or daring groups running down to the beach to skinny dip whipping off their clothes as they ran. It just made her inch closer to the shadows of the stairs hoping that no one saw her. Something bounced off her shoulder and she reached up to brush it off feeling nothing soon forgot about it. If this is what Linda and Tanya's idea of fun was, they would never drag her out again, she promised to herself. She felt so out of place because she couldn't see why and an event like this would be enjoyable. Again, she felt as though she was an outsider. However, she had to give it to Linda and Tanya,

It was moments like this that Jason felt such overwhelming pride. However, it was well-founded and earned. His pack was a force to be reckoned with, and no one would oppose them when they were together. The others would follow his directions without the slightest hesitation, even if it meant certain death. It was the same as he would for Lucas. Their strength was legendary and feared among the Vampires, for it wouldn't take much for them to defeat any of them there tonight, except Lucas. His power was unequaled, save for Valear. To see them now, left images burned in the minds of the others there. The seven overlarge males, capable of such strength and mercilessness, guarding their race's future was a sight not seen often. Lucas would go to a mortal event more than he'd ever venture out into his world probably in part to the risk to his life. Although he was more powerful than any of them, in opposing numbers, he may not survive an attack.Music rocketed through the club in earspli

Being a confirmed bachelor just made it easier to flit around from one woman to another and deny any commitments that might cause questions. Beautiful women in L. A was not in short supply, but there was only one woman like Elsa. He smiled at the thoughts that Lydia had when she spotted Elsa and him together. She raged with envy. She should. Elsa was divine. If only she knew how she looked when he came upon her. Her back was to him and her head was tilted slightly while she examined the painting; A painting that he bought for her. She was a vision and no piece of art in that place could match how lovely she was. He scanned her thoughts when he spoke to her and found she was very modest. She didn't think she was worth the attention he gave her and allowed what little confidence she had, to vanish when Lydia showed up. How wrong she was. So he decided to go see her again. Unfortunately, when he went to see her again he ditched Jason. There would be hell to pay when he went home. Again

He turned away from her curious stare, “You should leave. I'm in no mood for company tonight.”Her eyes lit up as she figured out what he was feeling. It was quite simple after knowing him for a few centuries. Her crimson lips pulled into a sensual smile. She laid her long scarlet painted fingernails on his desk, pausing to look at the new grooves carved into the shiny lacquered top, before walking around it toward him trailing them beside her. She didn't ask him about the damage on the desk. “What is it Lucas that makes you—look--happy?”He focused his irritated violet stare on her, “You always were a persistent bitch, weren't you Celeste? Always showing up when you're not wanted.”She asked, “You always get irritable when I show up. I think you're hiding your affection for me.” She knelt before him placing her long elegant fingers on his thighs. “Are you going to tell me why you feel amorous tonight, my Prince?” He despised her when she called him that, “I think you'd better le