An Imperial Affliction Novels & Stories

Judy nodded quickly with her cheeks furiously blushing. Angeline continued, “The customs in Imperial Capital are different from Yorks Stronghold’s. A man from Imperial Capital is only allowed to have one wife, and marrying another is considered illegal. Many others will criticize him for it. How are you so willing to put him in that position if you truly love him?” Judy smiled charmingly. “The grand old master has said that you’re small-minded and not as generous as women who come from Yorks Stronghold as we’ve learned to share our husbands. I didn’t believe it at first, but it seems like it’s the truth.”

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

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

"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

My lips are trembling, “Oh, Cecil… why is my body hurting so much? I can't do even more…” That’s when I looked down at my whole body and saw the horrible bruises all over me. God… I just slept with Aster but I looked like I wrestled with a giant bear! The panic in me got worse when I saw the stain of blood on the bedsheet. Cecil was fast though. She covered me with the blanket and then sat on the edge of the bed and looked me in the eyes, “Your Grace, you don’t have to feel scared. You will not feel this kind of pain the next time something like this happens again between you and the Emperor. Your body is still just adjusting to it that’s why you are experiencing this. Oh, you poor child…” s

Chapter 10 No Government THE CELESTIAL IMPERIAL "As you already know that this world is full of supernatural species but the vampires and werewolves are mostly dominating the Imperial. The vampires especially are very wicked but the most cruel of them all is the Alpha King." Felicity responded this time. Kiara furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "The Alpha King? What’s does that mean? And who is he?"

With every word, his voice grew rougher, until it was almost a choke. "I know 'sorry' is useless," he went on. "I know you have a new life, a new world. But Flora... please. Give me one chance. Just one chance to make up for what I did." I listened silently, a storm of emotions churning inside me. This man, once as proud as an emperor, was now standing before me, utterly broken. "What kind of chance?" I asked. He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly. "Come home and see," he said, his voice almost a prayer. "Just once. Come back to the manor."

Seraphina said. The frustration slipped into her voice. "Evidence of what?" Charles's expression darkened. "Human trafficking." The words hit like a physical blow. Silence exploded through the room. Seraphina felt her stomach twist. For several seconds, nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The rain seemed louder now. The mansion colder. The shadows darker. Human trafficking. Not financial corruption. Not embezzlement. Not corporate fraud. Something far worse. Something monstrous. Something that explained the fear. The disappearances.

“This—this is deception! You don’t understand! She bewitched him, that is all—” The imperial physician, frantic to salvage what little control he still had, pushed forward, robes billowing, his voice dripping with false confidence. “Yes, yes, trickery! No woman could draw silver out of a Lycan’s blood. She must have used forbidden charms. She has deceived you all!”

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.