Bg3 Emperor Romance Novels & Stories

"How did you get married without my permission, Harriet Goldlane?" Harriet squinted at those dark, hideous eyes. Axias Euclase, the Third Emperor of the Continent of the Euclase Empire, or the nicknamed Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky. The best emperor and most loved by his subjects, and the man who made Harriet his right-hand man. "Especially into that Monster Family, Almandine?" the man asked sharply. "Have you lost your mind?"

The maid and servant around her stepped back in fear of getting the brunt of her anger. The butler beside her wiped the cold sweat on his head before confirming his words, “That...that is what our people are saying, My Empress.” Lamia’s face frowned even more, “Presumptuous! How could the daughter of our enemy become his mate?” At the side, Mateo’s father, Emperor Niphone Katsaros, frowned when he heard this news. He knows how long his son has been waiting for his mate to appear by his side. But, how...why?

I bear the consequences of becoming mate less. " Goel... Are you also my Mate...?" I heard something unexpected from her majesty. I wanted to answer her but what will possibly change. She will use her magic spells to manipulate my mind and get free from me. I ignored her question and continued thrusting inside her. She was so tight that my excitement to tear her off strengthened. " Ahh... It hurts... please slower..." My excitement knew no boundaries when I heard her moan. I never thought the emperor of the Bliaviroth empire could make such lewd expressions. It wanted to protect her and at the same time wanted to destroy her.

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.

"Call the emperor! Now!" ************************************ INDEX: Caput Mundi Roma - Rome capital of the world

She looks at the outstretched hand, meets his gaze, confused as to what he wants. The Emperor doesn’t say anything, his hand remains outstretched, his palm open wide. Kiara does the only thing that makes sense, she puts her hand in his. His palm is soft and warm, Kiara is tempted to pull away, before he notices the calluses on her palms, but the Emperor tightens his grip when he feels her begin to pull away. He runs his thumb over the dimples at the back of her hand. The action confuses Kiara, she looks from her hand to the Emperor, but sees his head is lowered and is attention is solely fixed on her hand.

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

Serena’s smile froze with her champagne flute still lifted halfway to her lips. Lucas straightened. Graham’s calm expression disappeared. I walked to the center of the room and stopped in front of the stage. Then I clapped twice. The massive screen behind Serena went black. A moment later, the AsterDx promotional video vanished, replaced by a series of time-stamped images. Not explicit. Not edited. Just clear enough. Serena entering a private elevator with a man who was not Lucas. Serena kissing him in the hallway of a luxury residence.

The grand throne hall of Lupis Imperium glittered with a thousand golden chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble and tapestries that told tales of past triumphs. The air was thick with anticipation as the council gathered, the murmurs of noble houses echoing off the stone walls. Kael Stormfang, the Alpha Prince of the empire, stood at the head of the room, his face impassive, his eyes unreadable.

“You look confused, Princess Bizura, so confused.” The Emperor's singing voice sounded so fulfilling Venus's hearing. However, when the girl turned around, there was no sign of Druiksa's silhouette anywhere. “Druiksa is going somewhere, Bizura, he is away.” Venus stared—or at least tried to look where the eyes should have been in the silhouette of the Emperor's head-shaped. “What attracted you to me, Emperor? Is it because of Bizura?” The Emperor's laughter echoed beautifully. However, when he sang again, his voice was as sharp as a razor. “Not because of Bizura, but because of your future, Giris Incarnation, because of your future.”