Empress Orchid Book Novels & Stories

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

Aidinth laughed and said, "How did I know?" We walked to the art supplies store, and Aidinth opened the door for me. Two of my guards followed us in, and two stayed outside. I smiled at the man behind the counter. He was huge like everyone else here, but starting to grey around the edges of his light brown hair and his blue eyes shone with excitement as he asked, "Is this our new Princess?" Aidinth said, "She is. Princess Chloe, this is Ejder Long, the owner of your favorite store on the planet." I laughed as I held out my hand for him to shake. He shook my hand and bowed, "Princess Chloe, I am honored that you would come into my store." I said, "Please, it's just Chloe. You will be seeing a

he directed dryly to the female before them. “You misread my intentions, masters. I wish to become your mate.” She rose to her feet. Aurora was slim built. Her waist was barely there. The curve to her form was prominent. She had a long, slender neck, that was graceful outlined by those fiery waves of hers. Emerald like eyes were shielded by thick lashes.

The city lights shimmered through the penthouse windows, casting soft shadows across the sleek marble floor. The air carried a faint hint of jasmine—Elara’s signature scent—mingling with the crisp night breeze slipping through the slightly open balcony doors. Elara stood by the window, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at the skyline. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—Victor’s visit, the hidden threats within Thornfield Industries, and the war she was waging both in the corporate world and the underworld.

said the evil empress with a serious expression as she showed a blackish-purple scroll that came out from her forehead. "Emperor, if you help me, I swear I will give you this scroll. All the demon techniques are in it, and even though it can't help you in your cultivation, it can help you ward off all demon attacks, and there's a chance you can learn the techniques in it!" explained the empress as she knelt and held the scroll out in front of Xiao Chen. This woman had no choice but to sell her dignity; she only hoped that the evil emperor would live, and she no longer cared about wealth. If someone loved you sincerely, did your life need wealth like this anymore? Even if she had to live simp

Eliza nods, “It was a gift from Benny. It’s an interesting book.” She opens it to a random page, which had a lot of sketches and illustrations of the shifting process, it also had detailed notes about various aspects and refers back to the pictures where necessary. Apparently, she’d gotten the hang of it quicker than the book suggested. Callie hums, ‘Not your first time ever, just the first in a long time.’ Eliza nods, smirking to herself. Merlin returns and looks over her shoulder,

The cafe smelled like warm milk and lemon peel. The morning came slow, soft, and steady. Elara moved with hands that knew small rhythms. She tamped espresso, wiped a counter, folded a napkin. The boat bells called from the harbor. Life here had a pace that soothed and scared her at once. A woman with paint-stained fingers sat at the corner table and read a book. An old man argued softly with the radio about weather. They were small things that made the world honest. Elara liked that. It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted.

“As far as the world is concerned, Princess Sierralya died during her awakening.” No one argued. No one spoke. Chairs scraped against stone. Someone coughed. Another avoided Aldric’s eyes entirely. The room felt larger and emptier at the same time. Aldric stayed where he was. He pressed his hands to the edge of the table and stared down at the polished surface, at the faint scratches left behind by decades of arguments and decisions. He told himself this was necessary. He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it.

The first time I heard it, it was just a soft talk in the market. A few words from a woman buying apples, her voice low and hurried. I almost didn’t hear it, but then it came again, louder this time, from a poor man I’d shared food with a few days before. He looked at me with wide, worried eyes, not seeing Liora, but seeing me, Lioren, the boy who sometimes shared. "Did you hear?" he choked out, his voice breaking. "The Emperor… he’s marrying the girl who saved him. They say she’ll be Empress. Liora, they call her."

I raise my hand to knock. The door opens. Emerald stands there. Her eyes are wide. Her hands are shaking. "C…Cassius," she says. "I need to talk to you." "About what?" She looks around. Checks the hallway. Then she pulls me inside. "I found something," she says. "What?" She holds up a book. Old. Leather-bound. "I found this in a hidden room. In the east wing. It is about the Dragon God. About his bloodline." I stare at her. "Where did you find this?"