Concubine Walkthrough Romane & Geschichten

Finally after so much persuasion, they left. I thought about the ginseng soup I had in mind. This could help in his blood circulation and sooth his nerves. But I had no idea if he would take the soup alone. Anyways I got busy with cooking. “See who is in the kitchen. Just because she had a way to sooth the king's wolf she already feels like a Queen.” The Concubine who had left in tears earlier walked into the kitchen with two other concubines behind her. I had no idea what their names were and I didn't care.

The fifth concubine came here to be a lobbyist. When she saw Laura entering the door, she immediately greeted her affectionately, "Laura, come quickly, come and persuade your aunt." The concubine's concubine just gave birth last night, and she is still a pair of twin sons.

It has intricated designs and carvings which is worth the price. “Perfect. This is really beautiful.” she complimented the shop. “Maybe, I’ll come back here next time.” “Thank you, miss.” The staff kindly thanked her. She then went out of the shop and hurriedly drove to the venue of the party. It was going well with her drive, when suddenly… “Sh*t!”

Renato sat on one of the soft chairs in the Consul’s chambers as two concubines each walked in with a tray of food and fruit on one hand and a wine jar on the other. As they set the items on the glass table, the purple transparent linen that they wore stuck to their bodies, showing off their naked skin. The Consul smiled in satisfaction before hitting one of them on her rear end. The lady giggled and ran out of the room with her companion.

It felt good to hold something she had chosen for herself. “I’ll grab us some water,” he said as they stepped into the wide atrium again. “Stay here, I won’t be long.” She nodded, watching him disappear into a small gourmet shop across the way. Left alone, she let her gaze wander, trying not to be drawn into the shops with all the sparkly trinkets she would not mind owning. People bustled past in expensive shoes, couples holding hands, mothers tugging reluctant children, businessmen in tailored suits checking their phones. The hum of chatter and clinking glasses rose like a constant tide beneath the music playing faintly through hidden speakers.

That was the last time I was that intimate with him and close to his necklace. As the sixth concubine and one the most respected concubine I was told everything about the pack and how it truly operated. I was told things that a normal pack member wouldn't know. I was exposed to the secrets of the pack. My dead mother being my primary source of information and the five concubines that were there before me. My heart kept beating in my chest but I wasn't sure what I was feeling at the moment. If it was fear, anxiety, a strong feeling of revenge, joy that I would soon have Ares back to myself. I am the chosen one and not that filthy thing.

he voiced out, making my eyes open again. Isa turned back to him as she nervously watched one of the girls, who had entered the room with Ventura, walk towards the door and open it. “As a thank you, you get first dibs at our latest shipment,” Ventura commented as ten crying women were escorted into the room. “Only the best for my partners.” “What about the older one you mentioned?” Another one of the men asked. “She won’t be sold yet, but as promised, the after party is at my property and she will be available for tasting then. And there are no restrictions on that one,” Ventura smiled as Francisco’s breathing got heavier while his hand that was still on my shoulder started trembling.

And of course, there was Christian—the dominant uncle who tonight had surrendered a part of his power just to possess the intimacy of her plump body completely. "All of you are the ones who started this game, and I am the one who will ensure your dynasty crumbles into a complete mess along with Dominic," Vivienne whispered triumphantly, staring at her reflection in the window glass with a merciless gaze. The queen had returned to her throne, ready to hand down punishment to anyone who dared block her path.

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."