An Imperial Affliction Novels & Stories

“Your daddy might’ve given you a title, but that it means absolutely nothing. Imperial Dukes are to be blessed by a ruling Precoza. That blessing gives them certainty immunities. Let’s see how Imperial you really are.” Imeela gave him a cold smirk as she jammed it into his arm. His body immediately broke out in a red rash. He was attempting to hold in his vocal reactions, but that only lasted so long. The pained cries clued us into his misery. “Hmm. It looks like you’re nothing but a pretender,” she mocked him. Then she filled up another syringe, which seemed to be an antidote to the other injection. Thankfully, his whining stopped because that was getting on my nerves.

“And what is this affliction?” The queen nodded in the direction of the physician to answer that, and Kit turned to look at him. It took him a moment. When he spoke, he stuttered out the first few syllables before managing to say, “Your Highness, there were visible, open sores. It’s… tingo disease.” Hardly able to believe her ears, Kit rounded back on her mother. “Tingo?” she repeated. “For certain?”

I had waited all day for James to bring the document I needed, and now that he finally had, he could go home. But I wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Not until I was done. "Please, madam," James said, almost pleading. "You’ve already overworked yourself today. I’m worried about your health." I didn’t respond. Wasn’t it because of the Bedfords that I got sick in the first place? The pain from what they did to me always made me sick, and I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I made them feel the same pain. "And I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s worried," James continued. "Your husband has been calling nonstop."

"Yeah, the mafia lord's," "What the... Geez, you maxed out your luck, Miss. Marrying into luxury and power. Makes you all the more valuable. Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's really a shame, though, that you can't be fucked." Azylle pinched her chin while bringing his face closer to Calytrix's. Her nose twitched, and she scowled. This bastard's breath reeked of cigarettes. "Sir, please stop this..." she implored.

"But, we are knows that your resignation will be valid after you are turning twenty." "I don't care." Hugo cleared his throat, "I heard Her Majesty Imperial Empress is sick. She can barely walk and spend so much time in her room." "Hmm." Max didn't even pretend to be shock or at least showing a tiny sympathy about that sad news. "I heard the head priest from Holy Temple was visiting her regularly. There is a speculation that she is not infected with physical disease but, caused by some nasty black magic." "I called it as karma. Rather than talking about them, bring me a cup of hot milk instead. My head is spinning arround."

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

“After the curse, we stopped having soulmates. The truth is, we even forgot what it felt like—until we stopped believing altogether. Eda, what we’re going to tell you now… please don’t judge us. We Tarragons, our honor is precious to us. We are strong warriors and fighters, and we’ve survived many battles—we’ve always come out victorious. We’ve been attacked countless times by other species trying to bring us down, but we’re still here, standing strong. We were feared by many races, and at the peak of our power, some among us started believing they could do anything they wanted because we were the strongest species.” “There are several cities on our planet, four of which are the biggest and

A human has been found roaming the empire and seeking information. My blood boiled at the thought of the human. Not even the idea of feasting on it excites my vampiric spirit. I would rather starve to death than have anything that has to do with a human being in my bloodstream. Watching them get humiliated and abused is a soothing sight for me. Those good-for-nothing pests do not even deserve to exist. The audacity the moron must have had to step foot into my empire has to be studied. Every human that breaths on these lands is only meant to serve as a meal to the vampires or pets and sex slaves to the werewolves. Everyone is entitled to whatever they desire to do with them. Only that this pa