Empress Mileena Mk1 Novels & Stories

“Geez, you scared me.” “I apologize for the fright. I figured it would be faster to meet you.” “Yes, I guess so.” With a wave at Eamon, she followed Milo from the swimming pool area and back to the main part of the palace. He led her into the cool interior, where the vehicles were parked, and she wasn’t surprised to find them similar in appearance to the fleet of vehicles on Kriss’s side of the world, minus the heat-repelling panels. He pointed toward a sleek car that was pale-blue and sparkled like ice. She slipped into the side that appeared to be the passenger side, and he joined her a moment later. “I thought we were taking a walk?”

“It’s fine..don’t kneel, I am not some tyrant or god, Stand up..You come from the Shark Region right?..” Both of them immediately stand up. “Yes we are Milord, I am Emile and this one is Mariam..were are the Servant of Jelina family..hailed from the Shark region West County..”. (Emile) “Hmm..have you finished your citizenship training?..”. “..Yes, Milord..”. (Emile & Mariam) “Good..now, remember…as an Aeternums, don’t easily kneel on your knee..now, take this..and get yourselves some cake or something at the hotel okay~…Bye you two~…”.

​The air in the sub-vault lobby was thick with the smell of ozone and the heavy, metallic scent of suppressed aggression. Elena stood her ground, her boots planted firmly on the cold concrete. In her left hand, she clutched the Legacy Drive, the pulsating green cube that held the only surviving shards of her mother’s soul. In her right, she held a short-blade, the edge humming with a molecular vibration that could cut through reinforced steel.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

It didn't just skip a beat; it went dead in my chest. Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror, her back to me. She was adjusting a thin strap on her shoulder. The emerald green silk clung to her as if it knew her body better than I did. The gown hugged her curves before falling into a soft mermaid flare. The back was a deep, plunging V, exposing a stretch of smooth, pale skin that I wanted to mark with my teeth. When she turned, the thigh-high slit opened, revealing a long, toned leg in a metallic stiletto.

Welcome To Your New Cage (4) Damien's POV It was morning, I stood a few steps back in the shadows of the cabana, my arms crossed and my cock already half-hard at the sight before me. Millia Sinclair — now Millia Blackwood — was lounging on a wide sunbed in the tiniest black bikini I had ever seen. The scraps of fabric barely covered her full breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, her skin glistening with oil, and every time she shifted, the thin material between her thighs pulled tight against the pussy I had ruined so thoroughly the night before and again when we were having breakfast.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

Those few words meant an ocean of mixed feelings to Martha. "Me too" ...... Not having any formal clothes Alexandra was dressed in casual clothes with a black T-shirt, A denim jacket. black jeans and a pair of white sneakers. She was standing on the terrace with her hands tucked in her pockets. She saw a sleek black chopper coming towards her terrace. The logo of a lion's head was branded on either side in silver. It was the logo of Royal steel. The chopper landed on her terrace. The whirling of the two large blades made a heavy wind.

I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now. As soon as I arrived at Lena's mansion, I saw there's a lot of cars. I got out from my car and walked towards the entrance. "Leon?" I turned to see Celine. My heart stopped for a second and she smiled at me. "Celine." She walked towards me. "How are you?" I asked but my mind snapped immediately to Ivory.

Although for Eli, he was fine since she was much shorter than me; and his skin showed that she regularly went to a tanning salon since at this time, it was very difficult to gain that skin color naturally. The bartender came up to us. Eva? That's what Mark had called her that night, asking if we wanted something else, Eli and Paul ordered their drinks and I continued with my sweet tea. Eva was a stunning woman, with blue eyes and black hair that fell to her waist and with the left side of her head shaved, her right eyebrow and was decorated with a piercing and I think I saw one in her tongue when we asked for drinks, her skin was the whitest, making you think it looked a little unnatural.