Empress Ki Dramabeans Novels & Stories

I inquired, concern lacing my words. Raising her head to meet my gaze, I noticed her eyes retained their deep red hue—a sure sign that she was far from her usual self. However, there was a shift—an added chilliness that had crept into her eyes, signaling her struggle to maintain control. My question hung in the air, met with her lingering silence. Just as I was about to press for an answer, Kiana's voice cut in, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Is the Empress alright, Emperor?"

"The Empress Mortícia is already waiting for you, to proceed the measure your wedding dress." Dylan frowned, "Empress Mortitia? Who is this woman?" "The Empress Mortitia is the wife of the Emperor of Promo." "Ahm... Archie's stepmother..." Dylan looked at Archie and saw him talking to Ian at the foot of the carriage. Dylan snapped back to reality. "Did you say? Why the empress is really waiting for me? I didn't hear properly." "To take measurements of your wedding." Dylan and Lizha looked at each other simultaneously.

Emily squealed. They've been a blink since the debut days of a South Korea girl group called blackpink. Just like they were an ARMY. But due to the stress and everything they've been having less and less time to follow their first ever celebrity crush. "I'm off to stream too. Like , I can't believe it. My babies are back. They are back!!. " She chanted like a broken record player that's playing on repeat. The door bell rang and Emily snapped her head towards it.

Alex burped. “What should we do now? Do we dig out the seed directly?” He asked, ”Will it have a negative impact on Revealer Maha?” The empress said, “To be frank, I don’t know, but there’s always a price to pay. “Are you ready? I’m going to stab it!” “Stab it! Harder!” Empress Ghast built up momentum. Then, she roared and stabbed her sword into the huge seed. Poof! “Argh—”

I also noticed that some of the guards were pretending to be a couple, holding hands while talking to each other with wide smiles, but I know they were just speaking to their earpieces, updating Arlo or Pierce of what I’m doing every second. Arlo calls this protection, but it seemed more like love wrapped in paranoia. I’m not complaining though, strangely, I like it. “…a record-breaking for Suddenly an Empress film… box-office nationwide…” I heard a voice as I passed by a TV store, prompting me to take a few steps back and stop in front of the glass window showing a row of flat-screen TVs. They were all tuned to the same entertainment news channel, showing my face as my role, Elodie Byrne, a

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” “I am sorry, Miss,” Emily apologized sincerely. “If it is okay with you, I can lend you my other shirt? Or should I buy you a new one?” She rolled her eyes and pointed Emily’s shirt with printed words “I love EXO.” And then she asked, “And you expect me to wear that sh*t?” What? Sh*t? Did she just call Emily’s favorite Kpop’s merchandise a sh*t? Like magma in a volcano, Emily’s patience reached its peak.

Jane With a fist clutching at my heart over my chest, I curl deeper into myself as my body jerks and spasms. The rejection had manifested into something that feels like a demonic hand which has somehow slid into into mouth and through my throat- completely blocking my airways, before grabbing my beating heart in a tight grip, ruthlessly and mercilessly squeezing the delicate organ.

Mother? “ I missed you every single day, my princess,” the emperor hugged me. I hadn't noticed when he got up. “ Wait a minute, I don't know what you all are talking about. My name is Eira not Cleo. I think you've gotten the wrong person,” I apologized, pulling away from the hug. “ Not with that hair and color. Only a member of the royal family has this look,” the emperor stated. “ Do you get it now?” The empress took my hands in hers. “ You are back where you belong. You are our daughter and the crown prince of Azurethra Empire.”

He looked at both Ji-hoon and I before saying “Ji-hoon already got 50 marriage proposals and one of them is from Vanchez Empire”

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”