Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

Cold water ran over her fingers as soap foam clung to her skin. She could hardly believe how her life had turned out. A woman who once stood at the top had become a live-in wife, all to repay a debt of kindness. Now, her hands were soaked in grease and detergent, the sharp scent refusing to fade; the contrast was almost cruel, from power and influence to silence and servitude. Yet her expression remained calm, as if she had long accepted this fate, burying every trace of pride deep within her heart, because today was special. Today marked the third anniversary of her relationship with Alexander, and in five days, their agreement would end.

'' He replies. ''What do you mean? It's just an agreement where you and I have to get married for the sake our great-grandparents,'' I throw both of my hands up in the air; not knowing why we should keep it a secret. Emery looks straight into my eyes, somehow I can hear him sighing again, ''Are you serious? If they find out about the agreement, they will know that I am only allowed to marry you. If I don't marry you, I won't be able to marry anyone else. If I don't marry someone, I won't have an heir. Without an heir, my title and my family will crumble. We will fall,'' He explains, closing the distance between us.

The crown upon her head glittered in the sunlight, its jewels a testament to her station. With a subtle raise of her hand, the Empress commanded the attention of all present. The murmurs and whispers that had filled the air immediately ceased, replaced by an expectant silence. Every eye turned to her, and even the rustling of the banners seemed to quiet in deference to her presence. Empress Ilyana’s gaze swept over the assembly, her icy blue eyes—so like her daughter’s—radiated of pride and steely resolve. When she spoke, her voice was calm yet powerful, resonating across the vast grounds with the clarity of a bell.

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.

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

He didn’t forget to gloat over his antics punishing the empress for forgetting them. “Oh no… you are big trouble…” Emm shook her head after gloating for a minute. “I can bet you a million dollars that the Empress has already dobbed on you, and you are in big trouble with the demon emperor…” Emm continued with an all knowing expression. “Hymph!” Chris Jnr crossed his arms over his chest with a resentful expression ‘Little treasure was right… the empress would have already complained like a baby and the wife berserk demon is sure to take revenge…. His poor little bum!’

Came the report. " Okay,you know what to do. Clean work, don't leave any evidence behind." Came her strict orders. At that moment, Justin looked at Miranda and found her even more alluring. Standing two steps away from her, she was emitting the Aura of a powerful ruler. A king who wouldn't tolerate any bullshit from his subordinates. A king who would do anything to keep his kingdom safe. It was a pity she wasn't born in the royal family. She would make a better King than him. Justin always dreaded the day he'll have to take the crown. That was something he would exchange anything in this world to avoid. All his life, he only wanted to be a good husband and father. He was least concerned with

What they didn't know was that I had handed the seal to Harry with my own hands. The empress, Bella Barrett, had always felt guilty about not giving Harry the position of empress consort. She kept nitpicking and dropping hints that I should pass the royal seal to someone more deserving. If this had happened in the past, I definitely would have fought her on it. "How can there be an empress consort without a royal seal? You're deliberately trying to humiliate me!" But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief.

Inside the dressing room, my mother personally placed the heavy crown on my head. "Beautiful," she said, stepping back with satisfaction. "You look like a little queen." Thinking about what had just happened outside, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Mother, the way I acted earlier… did I cause you any trouble?" Before I could finish, she gently took my hand. Her voice was calm, but carried undeniable authority. "You did exactly right. "Remember this. No one gets to bully a principessa of the Costa family."