Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

The room fell still. Everyone knew the answer already. But hearing it spoken aloud mattered. Emily answered without raising her voice. Yes. No hesitation. Aaron studied her expression closely. You would walk away from national implementation? Yes. Even if another advisory body replaces you? Yes. Rebeccas eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Why? Emily paused before answering. Because the purpose of reform is not influence, she said. The purpose is integrity. No one spoke for several seconds. The staff director finally nodded. Understood.

Her face is expressionless and her lips are drawn into a thin line. ‘I am the Empress of this Empire.’ The corner of her mouth twitches upward just a bit. Does something flash in bright eyes–passion? Devotion? Desire? Guilt? Fear? It vanishes in a fraction of a second and just like that I could not read it. With that, I am left to comprehend whether my lady is being sarcastic or there is even a pinch of truth in her statement. ‘Empress is not a designation we appreciate, My love. In our world there is no realm to rule, we guard our packs.’ I remind her gently, peering intently to watch her reaction.

Illarion Black with his possessiveness, while Amanda White with her submissive nature. "Sir, being by your side and being an empress are two completely different things," Amanda retorted. "I don't have the competence to be a queen, let alone an empress," the silver-haired girl continued, biting her lower lip. 'I should be aware that Illarion is not just a prince or a king. He's an emperor now.' "You should become the empress because Maximilian Amarion Black will be my legitimate successor. Besides, I don't want any other woman in our marriage," Illarion said, tightly holding Amanda's hands.

Secondly if any one should find out you are pregnant, it should just be one person to find out that you are pregnant for him, so that things would work out so damn well and that is the Emir, he should know after Prince Madok has found out. Now we have to think and act fast, everything has to be played well. That lady, Lucy, she dies not seem happy at all, she doesn't. You know what they talk about an aggrieved soul, it makes the person hunger to do anything asked of him or her. We could use her to achieve our aim, you do not like the Prince, I also do not like him because he raped you. I am not only angry that he raped you, but the fact that you are my friend makes it worse for me to bear.

I point at my letter jacket " This means a lot to me , I have spent years building my reputation and image and I'm not ruining it for a stupid little teensy tiny bit of an emotion that I feel for her" What I felt for the little bible princess wasn't teemsy nor was it tiny . It was a freaking huge whirl of a truck ass kick in my butt and I was losing my damn control suppressing it . I was at that point , where I couldn't even tell what I felt for her anymore , no cross that .

He then reluctantly passed it to the Empress. The Empress did not even finish before she smashed her fist against the armrest. *Bang!* The left side disintegrated as her ion energy raged. "Wake the Sleeping Elders up! Tell them they will be executed if they do not attend!" The Empress felt her mind would go berserk if they did not come. "Traitorous dogs!"

Dusan said. “It was my duty to do this. It was my destiny to bring us to peace once more,” Ember told him. He nodded his head and said, “as it is my duty to help bring back a few that we have lost today.” Ember and I smiled at him to see what he was about to do and how his power worked. I know I was interested to see how his power worked. I had no idea if Ember even knew how he worked or what all he could do.

the empress replied. "If I didn't have the status of the emperor's daughter and didn't know Alistair, maybe I would have approached your son and become his lover," concluded Scarlett, smiling faintly. "You'd better stay away from my son, Scarlett," the Empress insisted. ******

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

When our eyes lock, she immediately averts her gaze and gulps nervously. “I am Mr Amery.” “I’m referring to the other one,” she whispers. “Please make eye contact when speaking to me. It is rude not to.” I demand. A soft whimper escapes her kissable lips, but she does I tell her. “Sorry, sir.” I step in closer to her, keeping only mere inches between us. “Much better. Who are you? This is the first time I’ve seen you here.” “I am Aubrey, Mr Amery’s new executive assistant. It is nice to meet you. I assume you are Everett?” she smiles shyly, extending her hand to me.