Empress Mileena Mk1 Novels & Stories

I opened my laptop, logged in to the house’s security feeds, and began a methodical scan. An hour passed before I heard the soft slide of feet in the hall. Milena emerged, fully dressed, hair pulled back in a sleek knot, face scrubbed of anything that could be called vulnerability. She wore black from collar to cuffs, the outfit tailored, severe, with the only concession to personality being the thin gold bracelet she never removed. She regarded me with a glance and then the window, her posture so straight it looked rehearsed. “Sleep well?” I asked, my voice low enough not to startle.

~ MILENA ~ “So, you’re really not going to give me a weapon to carry?” I call through the door as I get into the dress he purchased for me. It’s gorgeous, a plain deep maroon with a slit down the left thigh and pools on the floor. It pushes up my breasts, and the corset is damn fucking tight. It’s a gorgeous dress, but it restricts me. Although I will happily rip this dress off if the need arises. He purchased some black heels to go with it and a black ribbon choker.

She smiled, a look of understanding and strength on her face. “You’ll do great. Just remember who you are and why you’re doing this.” Mirella handed me a black dress that hugged every curve of my body. While it had no cleavage at the front, the back was entirely bare, adding a daring, sensual touch. The sleeveless dress ended mid-thigh, and the high heels elongated my legs, making them appear even more striking. Mirella also took care of my makeup. With expert hands, she created a bold look that highlighted my dark eyes, giving my gaze an even more intense allure.

My phone beeped. ‘Be there soon, Malyshka’ Sasha had texted me, as if he knew I had arrived at the hotel. I hopped into the shower to freshen up and get ready for dinner with him. I wore a casual empire waisted emerald green dress with short sleeves and a deep V neck which overlapped just below my breast emphasizing my assets. I loved that it hid my less flattering curves, but most of all I loved that it had hidden pockets.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

"That's just a lot of work by our Luna and her ladies. Though I guess for you new fish, it would look a lot like magic, wouldn't it?" Miranda had commandeered the driver's seat of the wagon, shapely bare brown legs sitting cross-legged on the seat as opposed to using the foot well. She forewent shoes, choosing instead to wrap her feet in strips of supple leather, a look she carried out in her muscular bare arms. Her poncho hid the body suit she wore, a woven material that was light as cloth but denser than it ought to be.

Sunlight filters through tall windows in thin golden blades, slicing across the marble floor. I adjust a plate half an inch. Perfection matters here. Footsteps echo behind me. Heavy. Measured. The main doors open. And there she is. Queen Helena. Pale. Regal. Unbreakable. Emily, Celine, and Mirella rush forward. “Mother…” “Your Majesty…” “Let us help…” Helena lifts one sharp hand. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice cuts clean through the air. The women freeze. A nurse stands behind her, small and trembling.

No more running. Maya Thorne stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the master suite, her breath catching softly in her throat. She wasn't wearing matte-black Kevlar or boots stained with snow. She was draped in a breathtaking, custom-tailored slip dress of pure white silk that clung flawlessly to her curves. Her dark hair cascaded in loose, elegant waves over her bare shoulders, and her honey-brown eyes were bright, clear, and completely free of shadows.

"The court gossips will have to seal their jaws once the Duskbane Keep seals my contract." "A victory worthy of tribute," Mirelle declares, unclasping a heavy, solid-jade tracking band from her wrist and shoving it into Brena Cole’s palms. "For delivering the salvation of our line." Brena recoils slightly, her gaze locking onto the stone. "Luna, I cannot receive this. The mineral weight alone must be worth half a season's territory tax..." "It is worth double that on the Condex black markets," Mirelle cuts her off, her voice dropping to a low, commanding frequency. "Take it to any fence in Vinqlo and you can buy an entire sector. But that luxury requires an additional service, Brena."

MALAIKA stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wearing the uniform that Tamni had made. She turned around as the soft fabrics twirled. The Colegio Maxica’s uniform for females was a royal blue knee-length robe with silver lining on the collar and sleeves. The intricate insignia of Axum was embroidered on the arm, while a swirling crest was pinned on the chest. And they could be determined by the class they were in based on the color of the swirls. For Malaika, it was green.