Ellie The Empress Forum の小説・ストーリー

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."

But the leader clamped his mouth shut, his jaw tight. Ellie appeared in the doorway, her small hand clutching Elara’s mother’s journal. The phoenix mark on her chest glowed faintly, casting red light over the stone walls. “He’s scared. Of the lady. Of the cave.” The leader’s eyes widened, and he pulled against the chains, his face contorted with rage. “You shouldn’t be able to do that. No child should wield such power. It’s unnatural.” “Natural,” Ellie said, stepping into the cell. She held up the journal, her golden eyes blazing. “Mamma’s book says fire is family. Like me and Mamma. Like the pack.”

But that’s a complaint for another day. I open my eyes to watch how the steam filled the bathroom. The marble tiled walls almost looked blurred in the steam. The suite was quiet after the noise of tonight I welcomed the silence, Ella was asleep on the bed already. Ella was my five year old tabby. She was my baby. Carson wasn’t the biggest fan of my Ella, she didn’t bother with him either. So I never tried to make her like him either.

"That would make you over a hundred and fifty years old." "Time is a currency, Alexander Northwood," Elias said, walking toward them with terrifying grace. "And I have more of it than anyone. I didn't want a 'Pact' for money. I wanted a 'Pact' to see if humanity could ever produce a Perfect Variable. I thought it would be the Empress. I thought it would be the Seed. But looking at you now... I see I was wrong." The Revelation of the "Fifth" Elias looked at Leo, and for the first time, a look of genuine hunger crossed his face.

“For how long?” No one answered. Another councilor cleared his throat. “There is… another option.” Aldric stopped pacing. “Say it.” “A failed awakening,” the man said quietly. “Too much power. Too young. She didn’t survive.” The words sat there, ugly and heavy. Caspian stood. “You’re talking about murdering his daughter.” “I’m talking about preserving an empire,” the councilor replied. “Against one girl.” Aldric didn’t look at either of them. He moved to the window instead. Looked out at the city. At everything he ruled.

Pellethia’s self-doubt was not only laced heavy in her voice, but emanated strongly from her bright green eyes. Lucianne wouldn’t have guessed that Pellethia had any problems with leading the empire had the empress not shown this side of herself to her.

However, several minutes had passed and we came to a sudden stop yet he did not say anything else. I looked out of the window and found myself being amazed at the large mansion in front of me. Just like in the land of the Silver Foxes where Arsen ruled over, this place also had an exquisite fountain. These kinds of decorations never cease to surprise me as they do not exist in Oliviland. Well, having a fountain in our kingdom surrounded by a vast desert would simply waste the water so we never had one.

Only her name has a red line through it? There is too much, printing everything out I sit on the floor. Slowly spreading out the papers. I look at the list. Elsie May, I saw that name. Searching through the papers I find the contract. Elsie May was the one named on the contract my dad had paid £50,000 to someone to kill her. “Well?” I look at Dwayne and shake my head. “Not now!” I don’t have time, I move, sliding out the pictures, my eyes stopping on a picture of Diesel with a woman, Elsie. I see his hand in hers, a ring on her finger.

Isabella The Pamplemousses Botanical Garden is sprawling and green, making the villa’s manicured perfection look like a toy. Giant lily pads float on dark ponds while tangled canopies break the sunlight into scattered gold. Dante walks beside me, hands in pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He hasn't stopped critiquing the trip since we stepped out of the car. "The humidity is going to ruin that linen," he says, eyeing my dress. "And these paths are poorly maintained. A waste of an afternoon."

Elijah felt disrespected by her attitude towards him, usually girls throw themselves at him, and now this one was acting like she was on another level than him. "Guess I'll just have to teach her, who's in charge." Elijah mumbled, clenching his fists. Meanwhile somewhere in the city. Arthur was seated in a restaurant. Dawn asked him to hold a meeting with the chairman of EM int'l. EM int'l is one of the companies under the Stark consortium, it is quite big with an annual profit of 400 billion. But Arthur had been waiting for the chairman for an hour, and there was no sign of him which was quite irritating.