Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

These two words were enough to analyze this person's character. "Impudent. How dare you, an Immortal Master, be so insolent to me? I'm Invincible Immortal Emperor. No Face has nothing to do with me. Don't even think about smearing my reputation." No Face roared, and his eyes were full of killing intent. Chu Xun was in the Immortals and fought against three Immortal Emperors alone. He knew better than anyone how powerful the Immortals were. He thought Chu Xun was doomed.

A minister of Ardos came forward and read the declaration "Greetings to the sun of Avesta, Ardos has heard of your selection of brides and wishes to express its gratitude for your consideration. Grand Emperor Zeyphyr wishes to greet the noble ladies that registered their names for the selection of the Empress." It was not a suggestion but rather an indirect command- show me who dares to enter the lair of Icarus. Who was the Grand Emperor?

His voice was too sleepy. “Marwick?” Chad called his name nervously. “Speaking?” It felt like Marwick yawned, “It’s me. Chad.” “Chad?” “Marwick. Please don’t disconnect the phone.” He pleaded. Marwick who wanted to say something nasty, stopped. “What do you want, Chad? You are already getting your salary.” “Marwick, I don’t want my salary. I want my reputation back. And it will only be possible if Garner Empire takes me back. If you will take me back.” He heard Marwick’s sharp intake of breath.

Idum said and then lifted her head, scurried to her feet and came to stand behind her "When would you stop calling me my lady? I am the empress now." Inal said, digging her hand into her chest "I am sorry, my lady. I am used to it because I have served you since you became a lady," Idum said. "Maybe I should get another maid then," Inal said. "Forgive me, Imperial Empress. Your Worship," Idum shouted out loud, bowing with her head to the ground again. "Much better," Inal murmured and then squared her shoulders. "Let's go," she said loudly and then walked towards the Emperor's chamber.

Emily was pregnant, and the undeniable proof lay within her. The thought of fathering children had never been a part of my grand plan. My intentions had revolved around a sinister game, a power struggle with Roman, and the ultimate prize had been Emily herself. But now, a new dimension had been added to this twisted equation. I couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness, an overwhelming desire to claim Emily as mine, not just as a mate but as the mother of my heirs. It was a possessiveness that bordered on obsession, and I knew I had to wield this newfound leverage to my advantage.

“The day we crossed paths, and you did a reading for me?” “Oh,” Stella’s smile was soft. “By that time, we suspected that Aislen was an Emissary, of course, but not the Emissary of the mother’s own line. I drew the Empress card, as you will remember. The first time that I drew it, I thought it confirmed the pregnancy, however when I drew it the second time… I knew. And of course, it makes complete sense.” “Sure, it does,” Aislen replied sourly. “None of this makes sense to me.”

“I am sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” “See that it doesn’t happen again. I think the two leaders were on your side of things. They didn’t look so happy with their vampire, either. So, let’s hope they agree with you on that point. I still expect you to do your drills with this hand. I know it will hurt and be hard, but it is a reminder that we all have our roles to play and not to forget them,” orders Master John. “Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again.”

I asked with a raised brow. “We are expanding into the Asian markets. It was approved by the board yesterday.” His smile was sharp with satisfaction. “We will have operations on four continents by Christmas.” “Why does operating in four continents suddenly sound quite ambitious?” “It should be, that is what built this empire—ambitious.” The word 'empire' had stopped sounding strange months ago. Now it just sounded like a fact. Mel appeared in the doorway carrying a stack of wedding vendors' portfolios, her expression mixing excitement with professional stress.

Emily pleaded, panting as she attended to the prince's desires. Though Murat felt the same as Emily, he had responsibilities that had been postponed for so long. So he said, "This time I must ask you to be patient for the greater good. The woman who will be my companion must be strong enough to endure the trials of distance and time. Do you understand, Emily Darling?" "Of course, forget what I said earlier, Murat!" Emily held back the sadness in her heart; she knew everything the man said was true. There was no room for selfishness, as Murat's departure as crown prince concerned the future of his country.

“Fuck! Fuck!” “Well, perhaps you’re right,” Stella sighed. “The Goddess moves in mysterious ways, after all. And if she influenced your mates in order to have this next child of her bloodline born of a hybrid mother and a vampire or werewolf father, then you must see that she has also decided your fate in the failure of our efforts to free August. She wants you to take the blame for this. She wants me to save this baby. Look how perfectly my plans have come together after all. You could even say I’ve been blessed.” She held her hands out, palm up to include the MegaStore, the people within it, and everything beyond. “Your time as Emissary is up, Aislen. It’s time to pass the torch to your da