Empress Ki Dramabeans Novels & Stories

On the day of the tasting, all eyes were on us. "Did the Tea Prodigy Fall From Grace? Can the Banished True Heiress Turn the Tide?" Even before it began, the live stream had already shot to the top of trending charts across every platform. I walked into the White residence's tasting room in a simple black dress. Everything there looked the same as before. Mr. and Mrs. White stood at the entrance, forced smiles plastered on their faces. "Juliana, you're here."

Mia said, nudging Emily towards an empty booth and squeezing herself though the crowd on the dancefloor towards the bar. Emily took a seat in the booth and waited for her friend, nodding her head continuously to the beat of the music, she was enjoying the sight before her, she wasn't even focused on the famous faces, she had never really been one to be concerned about celebrities, well unless they were Michelle Obama or Elon musk, she didn't give a fuck. Emily tried her best to dress up for the night, she didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb among this sea of famous and wealthy people who apparently saw sense of style as a big deal.

She places her hands behind her head and launches herself back onto her feet. I sigh, “You mean the thing in the dining hall. People keep bringing that up.” “I don’t blame them. What you did was incredible, and you should be proud. I knew I was right about you,” she says proudly. “You really think I’m an empress?” I ask with uncertainty. “I admit there were some things that had me confused, but there is no doubt you are the Empress of the Nagata, Mei. You’re stronger than you realise,” she says fervently.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

She's wearing a beautiful smile. "Who are you?" She asked. She did not see her with the Gods when she and her friends arrived yesterday. The beautiful lady chuckled and as if on cue, the wind blows to her direction making her emerald green dress dance with her hair. The flowers seem to be dancing as well. "Sorry for my rudeness, I am Persephone, your cousin." Ana Mae stared at her with wide eyes. She can't believe she's standing infront of the Goddess of Spring and that she's talking to her right now.

I responded lost in my thoughts. “Is everything okay? You seem… Distracted.” She questioned, knowing me to well. “I couldn’t be better.” I told her honestly. “There is just a lot going on inside this little brain of mine.” I joked pulling her into a hug. “I can’t wait to see Finn’s face when he sees the dress. She looks just like a queen would. I am so proud of her.” Cyra said with such pride. “You have prepared her for such fate. On your own. Her triumphs are yours as well.” Theo said entering the room.

"The Immortal Emperor is not ashamed at all. I haven't seen such shameless people before. You're an Immortal Emperor. You can make thousands of stars tremble. You were slapped, but you said you hadn't been hurt. How shameless you are!" "I'm impressed by this shameless and weak Immortal Emperor. He didn't even mind getting slapped in the face." Flaming Qilin was dumbfounded and disgusted. "If anyone dares to slap me in the face, I'll kill him."

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

“Alina.” “Father.” The Chancellor leaned forward. “You know why you were called.” “No,” Alina said. “I do not.” High Priestess Sera stood and unwrapped the cloth in her hands. The Ember Crown lay beneath it. Cold. Waiting. And watching.

A man younger than Mira but older than Kael, his eyes cold as winter ice. "She’s not kneeling." "She’s a prisoner." "She’s my mate. And she stands." "Your mate." His lip curled. "An Ainsworth. Daughter of the man who ordered the slaughter of our people. Who burned our families alive." "I didn’t choose the bond any more than she did and I’m not rejecting it." The man’s gaze shifted to me. "Is that true, princess? You accept this bond? Or are you here because you have nowhere else to run?"