An Imperial Affliction By Peter Van Houten Novels & Stories

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

"'If anything happens to me, don't trust the Board.'" Seraphina frowned. "The board?" "The Board of Directors." A chill crawled through her. Blackwood Holdings. The company. The empire. The realization struck both of them simultaneously. This wasn't about one corrupt executive. Or one missing person. Or even Victor Ashford. The conspiracy had infiltrated the highest levels of Blackwood Holdings itself. Maybe for years. Maybe decades. Then another page slipped from the journal. Folded. Hidden. Waiting. Damian unfolded it carefully. A map.

"The enemy knows that my corporate empire is completely impenetrable to an external assault. They know that my infrastructure cannot be dismantled by standard methodology. They targeted your studio because they ran the historical data. They know that for nine years, you have been the singular anomaly in my system. They know that if they touch you... if they bruise a single inch of your skin, the machine brain of Peter Ambrose will permanently drop its firewalls to destroy them." A soft, fractured gasp escaped my mouth, my body turning entirely fluid against his knees as the absolute, terrifying scale of his confession settled into my conscious mind. He wasn't keeping me here to fulfill a con

I almost jump at place in surprise. "Ah!" I said, troubled that it might have offended him. Tinanguan ko siya sa pagbati at ngumiti nang kaunti. I couldn't find any words to say. Tumango lang din siya sa akin at dumiretso sa labasan nang wala nang masyadong tao. Hindi pa ako pinauna! Halos sumimangot ako sa iritasyon. I don't know if Ivan is rude, egoistic or he just don't know how to handle people!

Whitney never listened to him, her growling grew louder, something's wrong with her. Her fur suddenly changed, I saw Pietro stepped back. I can sensed their fear; fear of the unknown. Her fangs and claws grew, her size was that like of a wolf... I never see one transform, except today, is this the effect of an immortal to a hybrid? "Retreat, Colossal" Pietro shouted. One by one they ran away, screaming. Pietro and Natasha stood still there, but I can see that they, too were scared.

, the intimacy turned to something big which happens to be her getting pregnant", she added. She could see the boiling rage in the Emir's eyes, "You don't mean to tell me that it was someone from this palace that committed such atrocity, whoever he is, he would go in for it, firstly he would be flogged mercilessly, secondly he would be stripped off whatever position he had and lastly he gets to take care of the seed he has implanted which is ready sprouting. He would go in for it, that's my final word, and I won't reverse my words", he snapped.

“No, I wasn’t sent by Margaret, I actually have someone I would like you to meet, perhaps if you let us come in, you will get to know who we are. We are not going to force you, it will be your own choice, but I assure you, Eric, you can trust us, we mean you no harm.” There was silent in the room and after a while, a silent, almost inaudible, “come in,” rang out later. Lillian glanced at Shane, and then turned the doorknob, they walked in one after the other but the sight they met brought tears to their eyes. Lying on the bed was an old very thin man with white hairs, his eyes looked like they were hanging on a thin thread onto the socket, it was hollow with big black circles round it. He lo

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

"I groomed you, shaped you into who you are today, because I saw potential. Potential for my legacy, for my bloodline." His fingers drummed against the polished wood of his desk. "The Huxley name needs to be attached to that empire you're building. My grandchildren will inherit what I helped create. That was always the deal, Aiden. Whether you realized it or not." I felt my jaw tighten, the muscles in my neck straining against my collar. His words echoed in my mind as he spoke. I kept my expression controlled, but inside, my thoughts spun. I would find a way to break free of that contract that had kept me tied to him for so long. This arrangement—this so-called partnership—had ruled my life