Novels by EmpressWriter

Luna“What did I ever do to you?” My voice trembled. “Was all of it just a show? The kindness? The sweet words? Was I just some... tool you used to get what you wanted?”Hardin’s smile had long since vanished, his brows now drawn low in confusion. “Luna,” he said, stepping forward carefully, “You need to calm down and tell me what this is about.”“No, you don’t get to tell me to calm down!” I snapped. “You knew how much the hospice meant to me. You knew how hard I fought to keep it breathing, and you stood there—beside me—pretending to fight too, all while trying to sell the land behind my back?”He stiffened. I could see the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened, but he didn’t speak.“I believed you,” I whispered. “I believed in us. What did I do, Hardin? Why did you choose me to play your little game?”Still, silence.Tears burned in my eyes as I took another shaky breath. “Answer me, Hardin. If any of this was real—if I meant anything to you—tell me now.”He let out a slow bre

Luna"Good morning, Mrs. Hardin."Hardin's voice was a delicious rumble against my neck, warm and teasing. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet, but the feel of his arm tightening around my waist made my lips curl into a sleepy smile.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.I turned in his arms, eyes fluttering open to meet his. He looked entirely too good for someone who just woke up—messy hair, scruffy jaw, and that annoyingly attractive smirk playing on his lips.“You slept well?” he asked, brushing a knuckle gently down my cheek.I nodded, letting my fingers drift lazily across his bare chest. “Like a baby. Maybe because someone tired me out last night.”He chuckled. “Someone had to make up for the stress yesterday.”I leaned in and kissed his jaw softly. “You’re impossible.”“And yet…” he rolled over, pinning me playfully beneath him, “You still married me.”I laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder, heart already full just from waking up beside him.“I t

LunaI stepped into the house, shutting the door gently behind me. The lights in the living room were on, Alice was curled up on the couch with her legs tucked beneath her, writing something on a notebook.She looked up as I entered. “Hey,” she greeted."Hey," I forced out a smile. "Is Hardin back?" I asked my eyes scanning the room as if he could appear out of nowhere. Alice looked up, her pen pausing mid-stroke. “Not yet,” she said. “He’s probably caught up with whatever’s going on at the office.”I nodded slowly, walking a little closer. Alice set the pen down and tilted her head. “How did your talk with the director go?"I sank onto the armrest near her and exhaled. “It seems like they’re not backing down. The board still wants to turn the hospice into a private hospital.”Alice blinked. “What? No, that’s… they can’t."“I know but apparently, they’ve already brought in designers. The director said the people involved have stronger connections than we imagined.”“That’s not fair.

Luna“I think that’s everything,” I said, dragging a line through the last item on the crumpled list. “Flour, spices, vegetables, meat, and all the extras for dessert.”“Don’t forget the juice boxes,” Alice chimed in, lifting a pack with a smirk. “They may be adults, but they love these things like kids.”Rachel let out a soft laugh from across the counter. “Okay, so who’s doing what? I can start with the marinade.”“I’ll handle dessert,” Alice offered quickly. “Just don’t judge me if I sneak a few cookies.”I smiled at them both, warmth pooling in my chest. The kitchen was full of movement and low chatter—exactly the kind of energy I’d hoped for. Cooking something special for the hospice had been my idea. End-of-the-month gatherings always meant something, but this one… this one felt heavier. Some of our patients were nearing their final days. I could feel it in the way they spoke, in the tired looks exchanged in the halls.I wanted them to feel loved. Remembered. Celebrated.Rachel

LunaThe door to the director’s office closed behind Hardin with a dull thud, and I found myself standing there, staring at the polished wood like I could somehow hear what was going on inside.My pulse hadn’t settled since he walked in. No one said a word to me, but I could feel their eyes on my back. The whispers, the curious glances—none of it mattered. Not right now.What mattered was why Hardin showed up looking that intense. What had brought him here so suddenly?I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to steady the storm swirling inside me. I should’ve been used to it by now—Hardin’s unpredictability, the way he moved through the world like a force of nature—but I wasn’t. Every time he stepped into a room, he pulled my focus, my breath, my entire sense of calm.“Still think those black cars were just here for a patient?” Rachel asked as she walked.up to me her tone quiet but pointed.I glanced at her. “I don’t know. Maybe something came up with the investment deal. Or m

LunaHardin wouldn’t let me breathe. Not for a second.First, he had the audacity to turn me on in the kitchen—with that smug grin and cocky words—only for Alice to walk in a moment later with a knowing smile on her face like she’d walked into something she’d already predicted. I could barely meet her eyes, and Hardin? That bastard just smirked like he’d won a damn trophy.But it didn’t end there.We ended up showering together… which, let’s be honest, wasn’t about getting clean. It was steam, hands, lips, and the kind of moaning that echoed off the walls. I told myself it was a bad idea. I really did. But the second his mouth met my skin, all rationality drowned under the weight of need.Now here I am, sitting in his car, trying to act like I wasn’t just completely wrecked and put back together by this man. Again.Hardin leaned over, that familiar scent of his crawling into my lungs like poison—dangerous and addictive. “You sure you want to go in like that?” he asked, his voice low a