Concubine Walkthrough Novels & Stories

I had the opportunity and willpower to deal with her words before she guided us out of the room, her hand solidly squeezed against my back. Mike inclined in as we strolled, his voice scarcely over a murmur. "You're great at filling the role. Practically persuading." I frowned at him, however he didn't appear to see — or care. The gathering was held in a stupendous assembly hall, its vaulted roofs and gem ceiling fixtures intended to dazzle. Visitors blended with glasses of champagne, their chuckling and jabbering a dull thunder behind the scenes. I remained close by as many individuals moved toward us, their congrats as crafty as the grins on their countenances.

The woman gracefully walked into the room and her movements were so smooth that for a second, I honestly thought that she floated rather than walked into the room. “This is Jeely,” Aunty said politely as she gestured formally to the woman dressed in a pale yellow and pink silk robe with matching jewelry in her hair and around her neck. By this time, I was trained well enough to recognize the ranks of the court ladies by the clothes and jewelry that they wore. This woman, Jeely, although her clothes were not as elegant as mine, her jewelry signified that she is a prominent member of the inner court. In other words, Jeely is one of the high-ranking concubines in this harem.

Especially the part where they had the king assassinated. "Enough, boys, I think it's time to start our business, don't you agree?" Her brown skin glowed beneath the low-hanging chandelier. Her red dress sparkled as she moved. All and all, I understood that she had become a concubine for the second time around. Not that Farren was any less beautiful. On the contrary, my mate was the most beautiful woman of all. Fuck. The weed was still fucking with my mind. "You invited her to join?" Tristan seethed. Glared at his father. Dominique shrugged.

It occurs to her now, that the henna decorating her skin serves another purpose other than announcing that she is a royal bride, the intricate lines and swirls also cover the bruises on her skin. Nia’s tour of the castle was overwhelming for Kiara, she couldn’t even remember the name of the rooms or what they were for and they had only gone through half of the East wing before Nia had declared that it was time for lunch. Kiara did not eat with the Emperor, a small mercy she is grateful for. After lunch, Nia and Kiara take another walk through the remainder of the East wing, at the end of it all, Kiara feels she has been in a maze, she knows she will certainly get lost if she comes here alone

She had no resources to sway people with. A palace maid with a significantly higher status than any of them walked in. Seeing her made everyone else quiet down. She smiled arrogantly before saying: “Young misses half of you shall go for the body inspection while the other half come with me for the four arts test. At noon, the groups shall swap over and then you can all go back to rest in your rooms. Remember that this is not only the concubine selection but also the maid selection. Make sure that you work extremely hard if you don’t want to be a maid.” Everyone then curtsied slowly and stood in a line. Every second person went with the maid and everyone else went to the inspection.

As she stepped forward, the sentinels seemed to stir, acknowledging her presence with a silent nod of stone as the doors whispered open. Inside, the hall was alive with the glow of candlelight. Shadows danced across walls adorned with tapestries capturing the coven's storied past — battles fought, alliances formed, and mystical rites conducted under the gaze of celestial patrons. At the far end, the High Council of Eldridge sat poised on their dais, cloaked figures whose faces were hidden beneath their hoods. Zalindra walked with measured grace towards them, her heart a symphony of nerves and defiance. She could feel the eyes of her sisters upon her, a circle of witches surrounding her — som

Let her feel what I felt when she stood in front of my council and humiliated me. “You wanted to be acknowledged,” I continued. “So watch closely.” She opened her mouth maybe to argue, maybe to plead but I turned away before she could speak. I walked to the center of the chamber where the concubines waited, already moving toward me like a well-rehearsed play. One slipped her arms around my waist. Another pressed against my side, her lips grazing my jaw. I let them. I let them touch me, trail fingers across my skin, kiss the side of my neck. I let one slide her robe from her body, baring herself without shame.

Jacinta Walter POV "Hi, babe. I'm ho...me..." My voice trailed off when I walked inside my room and found two naked people on my bed, having sex and moaning like their lives depended on. I had to go back outside to check to be sure I didn't enter the wrong room, but when I saw that it was my room, I walked back inside. My jaw dropped to the ground and my body trembled as I watched my boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, banging another woman right on our bed. The room I rented with my money.

She was allowed to enter his study freely. Thus, when he was inebriated, she snuck into the study and made a copy of all the information she could find on Stone Group, including evidence of some of their illegal dealings.

My glare met his indifferent gaze, and despite my pleading tone, he stoically informed me, "I can't let you do that." There was an undeniable seriousness in his stance, making it clear that begging wouldn't sway him. Undeterred, I continued, "Please," yet he maintained his silence. A sense of pity welled up within me. I had been reduced to a mere pawn, not a girlfriend. In this contractual relationship, I had anticipated some semblance of reality. What was the point of being a contracted girlfriend if I was treated more like a slave than a partner?