Saturday Story 2025 #4 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 13)

This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:

When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.

Apologies to everyone who has been waiting to read more of this tale, but I did say I had some problems with how the narrative was flowing in the longer pieces. Little by little, I solved them all, and now the remaining segments of this tale are duly mapped and the end is in sight. The answers to this mystery are coming and they begin to be unraveled in this chapter. Please enjoy and thank you all.

The truth about the massive conspiracy they’re up against is revealed but now Jeremy and Laura are in more danger than ever. Enjoy.

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An excerpt is available below:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/120782531

“The Black Queen isn’t real, you crazy bitch!” Laura spat, her face contorted by anger. “Who the hell do you think you are? Release us right now!”
“Ah, you’re as feisty as everyone says you are,” Deirdre scoffed. “I admire your skills, but they would have been better spent in other projects instead of messing with mine. I didn’t want to do this, but you forced my hand when you accessed the Omicron files and here we are.”
“How the hell did you even find me? I was super…”
“Careful, yes you were,” Deirdre interrupted her with a smirk. “Unfortunately for you, my associate is quite the suspicious man and doesn’t believe in coincidences. He had Jeremy followed last night and then you came into the picture. Given your past record, it made sense for you to be involved in the security breach and you’ve just confirmed that, so thank you.”
“Wait… so this was all a bluff?” Jeremy gasped. “You didn’t know for sure?”
“No, I didn’t” Deirdre mocked him, her voice dripping with condescension. “But then again, deception is always part of the game.” The lab’s harsh lights cast an eerie glow on her face, sharpening her features to an almost predatory edge.
“Who’s this associate of yours?” Laura asked. “Someone else in Tempest Studios?”
“That would be me,” a deep voice echoed behind Deirdre.
As the words hung in the air, a male figure came into view, stepping into the fluorescent light with an almost theatrical flair. He was tall, about six foot four, with a lean but rugged build that seemed as if it had been sculpted from the very metal of the machinery around them. A slick mane of dark hair fell just above his collar, framing a face that bore a perpetual smirk, hinting at his sleazy nature.
His sharp jawline was accentuated by a five o’clock shadow, lending him an air of nonchalance, while his piercing blue eyes glinted like sapphires, filled and amusement and something far more sinister. Clad in a fitted black leather jacket, he wore a white T-shirt with the colorful DarkSands logo underneath that seemed out of place in such a sterile environment.

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