Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

I could tell he was choosing his words carefully. “Do not make demands.” He said simply before taking a seat in the chair across the room. “What do you believe is special about her?” He inquired. “She claims to be an empath. While that could be true; too many things are different about her. I have never seen a human project their feelings onto others. There is something other than wolf in her aura now that she has turned. It’s like she’s a fairy or something similar. I think mostly they are healing abilities.” I answered trying not to give too much information.

Keith cursed as a darkness loomed over his eyes… … “The Empress’s ability to protect oneself and overcome the Heart is nothing short of spectacular. I will keep the recipe secret and safe. No one else, other than you and I, will ever know it’s recipe!” Edgar said excitedly. “It’s just the Empress, what are you so excited about? I can teach you far better types of medicine in the future. I can even teach you six-starred medicines if need be!” Zephyr replied dismissively.

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

For the hundredth time since the limo, since she’d had to give Brandon up, she cursed herself for letting herself relish the pervading sense of… possession. There was no other word for it. It was more than simple power. More than control. It was more absolute than that. More inescapable. And yet, now more than ever, she wouldn’t disappoint him. *** She spent the morning making a mental catalogue of what each “Steven” message meant, how each coded communication translated into a directive that steered millions of dollars one way or another. She kept it all in her head, repeating the list to herself as it grew.

It was Pure Intent. The "Empress" hadn't come back to take over; she had sent her Tactical Will as a weapon. The Face-Slap of the Four Voices "Celine! Mara! Mona!" Elena commanded, her voice now carrying the dual-tonality of the Woman and the Ghost-Empress. "Form the Square! We don't need to break the shield. We need to overwrite the frequency!" The four sisters moved with a synchronization that bypassed the Holy Syndicate's digital weave. Celine (The Maiden) stood to the North, her blue pulse shimmering like a freezing sea.

"No, Ms. Voss. I apologize. I can revise it first thing tomorrow—" "Tomorrow?" She interrupted, her lips curling into a faint, disapproving smile. She rose from her chair with deliberate grace, the skirt shifting against her thighs as she rounded the desk. Her heels echoed on the hardwood floor, each step measured, predatory. "Excuses don't fix incompetence. I expect perfection from you. Total dedication. Or have you forgotten your place here?"

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.