Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

Aurora benevolently answered. Cafer moved with urgency. It was clear that he was very displeased. A seed of contempt for the Empress was planted in Cafer's heart, and he fully intended to see it bloom. Unaware or unconcerned with the enemy she had made, the Empress remained calm. "Councilman Cafer is quite tired, I think we shall conduct business without him."

“The prophecy is absolute. He cannot defy fate. The goddess herself has decreed it. No matter how much he resists, he will eventually have no choice but to accept you.” His words should have comforted me, but they didn’t. Because Damien wasn’t just resisting. He was pushing me away with every ounce of strength he had. “But,” the elder continued, his tone lowering, “you must be cautious. The empress has been watching you closely. Her gaze on you is sharp—unforgiving.” I stiffened. “The empress?” He nodded. “She does not seem pleased by your presence. Whether it is personal or political, I cannot say. But tread carefully, My Lady.”

Only the faint ache still lingering beneath her ribs betrayed how difficult that composure had been to reclaim. “The northern emperor,” she said coolly, “has apparently allowed himself to be injured through military incompetence.” Relief flickered subtly through the chamber as the ministers watched their empress regain her usual composure. They mistook the cool expression for indifference, assumed the dispatch contained nothing of real consequence, and gradually returned their attention to tariffs, ledgers, and trade routes. The misunderstanding suited Halrem perfectly. No one needed to know that for several dangerous moments, a single line of text had unsettled her more thoroughly than any

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

"When I lost my home, I smiled. When I had nothing, I worked on. When I was betrayed, I chewed my sorrow. But now." I laid a hand on my belly. "Now there's a baby. A life. And I don't even have a home.". Garrett looked at me for a while, then rose and walked across the room. He ran his fingers through his hair, clenching his jaw. "I'm not leaving," he said softly. I looked up at him. "I'm not walking away," he went on. "I don't matter if you yell, cry, or curse at me. That baby is mine. And I will be there. And for your company, I have people investigating it now”

all things associated with BDSM. His stomach churned. "What is this?" "My purpose, Emerson." Porsche stood tall, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. Emerson: "...." "I was programmed for companionship, but since you reject that.. since you don't want me to get your boyfriend, or your assistant... I figured I could fulfill my original purpose, the motherboard of my essence - sex." Emerson just stared at Porsche, unable to process what he was hearing or even say shit. His mouth was dry. He needed water. "What?" was all he could manage.

Marisa stood in front of the mirror that morning adjusting her blouse. She looked normal. Perfectly normal. Hair neat. Light makeup. Professional. But her eyes looked tired. She stared at herself. Then looked away. She hated this feeling. Not fear. Not exactly. Just… pressure. She had convinced herself before that she wasn’t doing anything terrible. She wasn’t hurting anyone. She wasn’t the one creating problems. She was only helping. Only giving information. Only moving things slightly. That was what she told herself. But now— those explanations felt smaller.