Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

Blurb: "There was no need to utter the word rejection as you not loving and wanting me was enough to know I'm being rejected as your mate." Adassah Rumanoff has just turned eighteen when she finally meet him, the one the moon goddess made for her alone, but was already in love with another. As words of a song echo, "What do you get when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow." The last book of our ‘Rejection’ series. Book 1: A Mate for the Latecomer Book 2: Rejecting Your Rejection Book 3: Lie To Me Alpha Note: All bks can be read as a standalone. Hope you enjoy reading!! Love Xox Nica

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.” Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love.

I've spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates, definitely no boyfriend. Then he breaks into my lab, steals my research, and kidnaps me. He's damaged. Crazy. And definitely not human. He and his friends are on a mission to stop the company that's been torturing shifters, and now I'm a part of it. He promises to protect me. And when he touches me, I feel reborn. But he's hellbent on revenge. He won't give it up. Not even for me. Or can he?

He left, leaving me with a big hole in my chest. A strange feeling of loneliness and sadness that I never imagined I could feel. Is that what it feels like to be unloved? I didn't ask for this.

I had once been the woman Theo Bennett would have risked his life to marry. For six years after our wedding, he treated me like his entire world. He even had a matching tattoo carved into his lower abdomen, identical to mine, as proof of his devotion. But in the seventh year, he coldly demanded that I make a full-body model for his kept woman. "Catherine," he said, his voice sharp with contempt, "this is the price you pay for lying to me about being my savior. You know my tastes better than anyone. Make sure you replicate Hannah's body temperature. She's pregnant. I don't want to hurt her." Hannah Moore lay limp in Theo's arms, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. "How pathetic, Catherine," she mocked. "I'm pregnant, so I can't be with Theo. And yet he'd rather order a model of me than lay a finger on you. Once this one wears out, I guess I'll have to trouble you to make a few more copies of me." Only then did I understand. Theo had mistaken Hannah for the woman who once saved his life. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I simply turned around and dialed Sebastian's number. "Sebastian," I said calmly, "Theo is having an affair. I want a divorce."

“Mmhnn—fuck yes, Daddy!” I screamed, my married cunt squirting hard around Kael’s massive, veined cock like a desperate breeding slut. Handcuffed tight to his bed, legs spread obscenely and roped to the ceiling, I was his dripping, helpless fuckdoll. My father-in-law’s thick monster stretched my pussy ruined and gaping, pounding balls-deep while my pathetic husband never could—making me cream and gush everywhere like the cheating whore I truly am. I didn’t mean for it… but I fucking begged Daddy to destroy my tight little cunt. ---- One month married and my worthless beta cuck can’t even get hard enough to touch me. Leaves me soaked, neglected, and finger-fucking myself every night. Kael—older, hung like a bull, and brutally merciless—claimed what his weak son never deserved. Now I’m addicted to his raw, dominant cock owning and ruining my married pussy. He knows every filthy secret my husband hides… and he’s taking it all—especially me. I didn’t just cheat. This is what I always wanted: to be stretched, broken, filled, and completely destroyed by a real man while my pathetic cuck husband loses everything. Come hate me while my cunt drips for Daddy.

I'd made plans to spend New Year's Eve with my fiancee, Sophie Bennett. I'd even rushed home with a custom cake I picked up just for us. However, my smile slipped the second I walked in. A photo of Sophie and me that was hanging on the wall was being used as a dartboard. Her guy best friend, Sean Hewitt, had one arm wrapped around her waist while casually throwing darts at it. "Oh, hey, you're back?" he said with a grin. "Perfect timing. We're playing Truth or Dare." The words had barely left his mouth when another dart hit the photo—right in my face. My chest tightened as I parted my lips to call him out. Yet, Sean only laughed. "Wow, hit you again? Guess even fate thinks you two aren't meant to be." Then, he added, all fake innocence, "Don't get the wrong idea, alright? It's just a game. Sophie and I are basically bros. You're not seriously bothered by this, are you?" I stood there, completely still. As I stared at that photo completely riddled with holes, I couldn't help but think it looked a lot like my heart at that moment. Sophie gave him a half-hearted scolding. "Alright, cut it out." But Sean just put on a wounded look and kept his arm around her waist. Sophie only smiled helplessly before turning to me with clear impatience. "Sean's just messing around. Don't stand there with that look on your face and kill the mood. It's just a photo. We can print another one tomorrow. Stop being so petty."

Anastasia just wanted to finish highschool so she could breathe. Everyone bullied her and she was used to it but then there was one person that took it upon himself to remind her each day she was an ugly freak. Vincent made it his life mission to taunt and bully her each day. She hated it but couldn't say anything about it because she didn't want to get into more trouble. It gets more intense when Vincent's rival Caleb picks interest on Anastasia and Vincent wasn't going to sit and watch someone trample over him. Anastasia was caught up in the middle of the rival she wanted nothing to do with. Extract from the story **" "You are mine to play with and I won't stand and watch someone take you from me."Vincent hissed at me before shoving me and walking away.