Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

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!"

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

The Empress was silent, she did not respond to Scarlett's words so Scarlett patted the empress on the shoulder, "Mother, why are you silent?" When she was patted on the shoulder, the empress suddenly woke up from her reverie, she looked at Scarlett and asked, "What were you talking to me earlier?" "Will you help me to get Mr. Alistair's love?" asked Scarlett, she stopped her steps. "What would you do for me if I would help you?" The Empress asked. "I'd do anything," Scarlett smiled broadly. "Alright, then after you get Alistair you have to help me take the throne and power from the hands of the emperor," said the empress, she smiled slyly.

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.

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.

He remained quiet for a few moments before saying, “As a male wolf and her mate, it’s only natural for you to have a strong instinct and urge to protect your mate from every harm.” I let out a long sigh, “But she doesn’t understand that.” “And do YOU understand her?” he blurted out. I frowned, “What?” His voice turned softer in my head, “You must always keep in mind that Ember is a strong-headed, obstinate, and willful lady. She was raised and trained to be a queen. She has her own opinions and you must not disregard her.” Absorbing his words, I said tightly, “That’s valid but I can’t really let her be exposed to all the hatred and anger people are having toward her.”

Evanna was feeling a headache coming on, and this was just the start of Carolina's nagging. 'Time, run faster, please,' she prayed in her heart. In a couple of hours, her mother-in-law's attitude will surely change. For she was pregnant, not with one, not with two, but quadruplets! 'Patience, Evanna', she chanted in her mind as she let out another sigh. Carolina scoffed a laugh, "You, a woman? I'd rather believe pigs could fly," "Ma..." Evanna got interrupted.

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.