Empress Orchid Book Novels & Stories

Isabella The Pamplemousses Botanical Garden is sprawling and green, making the villa’s manicured perfection look like a toy. Giant lily pads float on dark ponds while tangled canopies break the sunlight into scattered gold. Dante walks beside me, hands in pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He hasn't stopped critiquing the trip since we stepped out of the car. "The humidity is going to ruin that linen," he says, eyeing my dress. "And these paths are poorly maintained. A waste of an afternoon."

When did a royal princess—someone so far above his station—begin to take root in the hidden crevices of his heart? He shook his head as if to dislodge the thoughts. Reaching the bed, he lowered her carefully onto the silk sheets. Her head settled softly against the pillow, her dark hair spilling like ink across the fabric. Her lips parted slightly, and the faint scent of her perfume—jasmine laced with something warmer—drifted up to him. A small, unbidden smile tugged at his mouth. He turned away, chastising himself. A guard falling for a princess? It was absurd. Dangerous. She unraveled him without effort, her mere presence eroding the discipline he’d built his life upon.

’ I tell Finn. With a surge of determination, I crushed the steel lock in my grip. The drawer creaked open, and inside lay a single book. I picked it, as I turned the pages. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes burned with anger at what I found. It was sketches—of Emily. Page after page, after page, her face filled the papers, accompanied by what appeared to be her white wolf with a mark of the moon goddess on her forehead. What kind of obsession was this?

He drew me in—just a little at first. Then suddenly. His lips pressed harder against mine. His breathing grew heavier. His hands started moving, shaking a little. He whispered again, for the very last time, "You're sure?" I nodded, eyes half-closed. "Please…" And that was it. He lifted me up into his arms, setting me down on the bed. His hand was soft—near soft. Clothing slipped away, piece by piece, like falling petals. He kissed my flesh, but not because he was hungry. It was something else—like he didn't want to hurt me.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

Alexis didn't pay attention to the hydrangea bushes carefully maintained in the garden spaced or the orchids that bloomed along the side of the path she stood on. She didn't notice the captivating Bleeding-heart tree that they passed, nor the stray peonies that popped up here and there like a wonderful surprise. No, she was busy mulling about the Emperors sudden change of behaviour. If the gentle man who cheered her up really existed or maybe the cold, arogant and condescending Emperor was just trying to trick her?

August arrives at the empress chamber's front door and asks Betty, the empress's personal maid, if the Empress is already sleeping. "Your Majesty, the empress is not yet asleep; instead, she requests books to read." "I see..." August said as he entered the room. He notices how dark the room is, and the single candle that is lit is near to the king size bed. "Are those some books that I requested?" "This story book is kind of interesting," Valerie continued as she waits for Betty's response, which she expects to be Betty. “Betty?” she called, noticing she hadn't gotten an answer in a minute.

There, on a stone pedestal, rested an ancient-looking book. "This," she said, picking up the book and holding it out to me, "is the Book of Shadows." I took the book from her, feeling its weight in my hands. The cover was old and worn, the title barely visible. "What is this?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity. "It’s a book of knowledge and power," Emilianna explained. "It holds secrets that can help you grow stronger." "Stronger?" I echoed, looking up at her. "Why do I need to get stronger?"

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”