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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.

Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory. “Lord Veyne, your valor saved the realm,” he booms, and I bow, grinning internally. In the novel, he’s a background figure, but damn, he’s intimidating up close. Empress Liora, elegant in sapphire robes, smiles softly, her silver eyes kind but calculating. Book described her as a diplomat, but she’s got that queenly vibe. Then there’s Princess Elyria, Ardyn’s younger sister, barely mentioned in Thorns of Desire, a fleeting note of beauty and mischief.

He laughed. "You know, most people would just say thank you." "I didn't build an empire by letting people do things incorrectly." He pointed the gardening shears at me. "There she is." I smiled. Not the CEO. Not the founder. Just Ava. That afternoon, a package arrived. Inside was a leather-bound book. No return address. No note. Just a title embossed in gold. The Women Who Chose. Curious, I opened it. Inside were letters. Hundreds of them.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

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"Jared, please—" I sobbed, my hips jerking helplessly against his hand. The heat inside me was boiling over. Every single slide of his two fingers felt incredibly deep, stretching me so wide I felt completely full, yet still desperately empty. His thumb was relentless, grinding against my swollen clit until my vision went completely black at the edges. "I'm going to make you forget there was ever a contract, Amelia," he growled, his voice deep and rough. "I'm going to make you forget your own name."

"A book." The prince gave me a slow smile. "I want to know which book it is." "It's a book…" I wrecked my brain. What kind of book? I couldn't say that I read the entire story on a laptop screen. I was dying from the poison. "Book of… book of…" "Book of prediction?" He suggested. "Yes!" I clapped my hand. "That's exactly it." I had no idea about a book of prediction. Since this evil emperor said it, it must be a book for sure.

ass and made me see her first design. “Here it is! This first dress is an off-shoulder mermaid dress. Its fabric is going to be embroidered with exquisite floral décor. I made it simple, but its simplicity will speak for itself like an extinct creature, nobody else could ever have such beauty, but only you.” Her eyes were twinkling like the stars. How I wish I have a cousin like her. She then flipped the page to show me the second design. “This one on the other hand is a trumpet dress and it will be adorned with 500 crystals. Once you walk down the aisle it will be like walking on the clouds. As the lights hit the crystals you will be entering the world of fairies. What I really wanted on bo

Empress Park snarled gritting her teeth. "His Majesty the Emperor arrives." a eunuch outside announces. "Leave me alone, let him see that I am miserable!" She push Lulu away and she even wrinkled her red brocade robe. The door was push open, a majestic man came in, his long hair flutters against the wind, his black robe with dragon embroidery moves with his body. He look like a deity. "Empress, I heard you are sick." Empress Park abruptly stood up, making her stumble a bit, she bowed gently, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

He just flicked my forehead and followed the lady to the other room. I waited for almost half an hour before they returned. The lady handed me a small book that was almost of the same size as my hand with my picture on it and several writings I could not understand. “Your eyes are gorgeous,” she complimented. “T-Thank you,” I responded. “Since you are gorgeous yourself, do not waste your time on that womanizer over there. He is not worth it.” “I can hear you, Frost,” Lansford stated as he stood from his seat. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time left.”