An Imperial Affliction Novels & Stories

The mentioned formation is so huge that the entire imperial palace is within its circumference. This enables the poison they got through their consumed food to worsen its effect. Of course, the imperial chef doesn't have the idea that the food they serve to everyone contains strange substances. This is the reason why a lot of servants have been visiting the imperial infirmary, complaining of their sore throat and other symptoms.

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…”

. Villa in the North Empire- . Inside, an old man wheezed from the soul attack done to his puppet. His ion energy, which was already damaged started to deteriorate. Purple smoke leaving his body in excess. The sickness that affected the majority of the Empire Maleficinet founded long ago was falling apart mostly because of this man. "KUFF!" A mouthful of blood turned purple splattered onto the floor. "SO CLOSE!" As the damage continued to take its toll, he lost control of the various formations. "..."

Anty jasra say and drag my mum out of the room. I walk to thé bed and sit on thé edge, I stare at him studying every feature of him with a smile on my face, this fair handsome afro guy is going to mine. "Ya hafiz."I say touching his face with my hand and his eyes snap open. Hé smile and remove my hand from his face ya hafiz say anytime i touch him he kinda feel weird and uncomfortable. " How are you feeling?"i ask worriedly and he smile. "I'm ok.

Who was the Grand Emperor? His tales of being a tyrant and a conquering war monger were the only thing that was known to the world so many believed that he must be a dangerous man and refused to gave away their daughters. Multiple households that had great relations with the Everdale ask for a sketch of the monarch and after receiving it the females have flocked the imperial palace for having their names registered. Now that the masculine male himself sat in the imperial palace dressed in ink fabric with his broad muscular shoulders covered by white wolf fur, gazing at the aristocrats like a panther there was not even a single person, men or women that were not affected by his charm.

"Let me tell you now, the real curse of [The Last Emperor]. First, one would rise as quickly as they fell. Everything he has is merely an illusion. "Second, one would become headstrong and refuse to accept advice. He would view all well-meaning advice as vicious attacks. "Third, delusion until the end of one's life. He would forever live in the lies he has created until death comes for him. "Fourth, and it's the most important one of all. One would experience the death and the falling apart of their family and being deserted by the people they trust and love. Anyone who follows or worships him will share his bad luck and suffer a horrible end to life."

There was murder in his eyes. Cold sweat broke out on the minister’s back when he was glared at by the man who was once at the peak of the Great Quinn Empire. However, the realization that the Emperor had been bedridden for over a year without a cure, despite consulting every doctor in the Great Quinn Empire, gradually eased his anxiety. Essentially, this implied that the Emperor was incurable. Since contracting this illness, the Emperor was not as capable as he used to be and has since lost the power he once wielded.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.