An Imperial Affliction Last Page Novels & Stories

He is really upset with what happened last night. The moment we had last night was so perfect. I was ready to give myself to him, to be marked by the youngest Emperor of this Region. And yet in the last seconds when everything was already and the Alpha was already at the peak of his heat, I got scared and hesitated. Alpha Aster could have hurt me when I pushed him away though but he still remained to act like a gentleman when I no longer deserved it because of my impertinence towards him.

"You are the last human I had the strength to turn, and I am so glad I managed to find you in time." "Vampire?" Severus immediately felt his teeth, wincing at the razor sharp prick of his own fangs on his finger. Such creatures were supposed to be myths. How was any of this possible? "Yes! I do not have much time. My existence is pure pain. Even immortal beings can only comfortably withstand this world for so long. I am ready to die. I must die. It is unbearable!" Tephyr reached into the pockets of his robe and pulled out a journal. "Please, I must pass this on to you. You are the emperor of Rome, and I trust you are capable."

I nodded, forcing a smile, but deep down, I knew—this decision was about to change everything. Aiden's POV I sat at my desk, gripping the edge as I stared at the documents in front of me, though I wasn’t really seeing them. My mind was still tangled in last night, playing over the moment again and again—how close I had been to completely losing control. Lara had looked so damn vulnerable and submissive. Her fingers clutched my shirt, and her eyes pulling me in. And I almost… I almost ruined her. If I hadn’t stopped myself, I would have crossed a line I had no right to cross.

Shimao in turn was a scoundrel, as he got involved among numerous traditions, cults and organizations, with the various traditional families that knew his fame, they would never want him near his daughter, the man was easily known by an affinity of disguises. In which there is also a rumour as to stories of his adventures around the world, where he traveled and had several adventures, he never stopped having lovers, meeting women, nor did he stop having children. It was where he seduced an affinity of women, between witches, magical beings and ordinary women, had time together, had sex, when he found out they were pregnant due to their numerous affinities of disguises he ran away never to be

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

Adrian texted at nine: “Have you read it?” “Three times,” I said. “The final paragraph,” he said. “Yes,” I said. A pause. Then: “She’s right, you know. The empire was always a side effect.” I looked at the window. At the city. At the specific quality of a Tuesday morning that had just become something different from what it had been an hour ago, not because anything had changed but because something had been named clearly for the first time. “I know,” I said. Another pause. Shorter.

My heart stopped. Her clothes. Her shoes. Even the damn custom keyboard I bought her and her encrypted hard drives. Everything. Vanished. Even the bottle of perfume she cherished on her vanity—gone. A cold panic seized me. I sprinted to the study. The "Star Map" was still in the corner, a broken mess. But my eyes were glued to a document on the desk. A single white sheet of paper. Stamped with a court seal. I picked it up. My hand was shaking.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

The Emperor was still wearing the robe, he's standing while Zelia was sitting on the couch, raising her head to look at him. "What are you doing?"Zelia asked boredly. The Emperor starts taking off the first layer of his robe, "I'm taking off my clothes." "Why are you taking off your clothes in front of me?"Zelia asked. "Hmm... because I want you to look at my body?"The Emperor said without even changing the expression of his face. Zelia's jaw dropped at what he just said, 'Is their Emperor's on high?' END OF CHAPTER 5

All of it coiled tight beneath her skin. We drove in silence. But my mind wasn’t still. The cracks Roman pointed out back then… they were everywhere now. And I’d missed them. Because I was in too deep. Because I was in love. But I wasn’t blind anymore. I’d never let love make me stupid again. The rot in this empire ran deep. Through the foundation, through old friendships, through people we still smiled at across dinner tables. It was all poison. And I’d started tracing it. I knew where to cut next.