Imperial Affliction Book Novels & Stories

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY I surrendered, I have to tell him. "What " "The imperial doctor (royal physician) diagnosed you of being poisoned by a very rare poison called the hundred blood suckers, the name is quite weird but it suit it best. It sucks all your energy from your body till you are rendered useless and since there is no antidote for the poison, it end up killing you, but..."

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

For years I believed my greatest accomplishment was the empire I built. But standing there in the quiet, I realized something deeper. The empire had been a chapter. The woman who built it had become the story. Later that morning, I opened the old notebook one last time. The first sentence I had written years ago stared back at me: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you. I smiled softly and added one more line beneath it. And once you learn that truth, you are free to live.

I had waited all day for James to bring the document I needed, and now that he finally had, he could go home. But I wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Not until I was done. "Please, madam," James said, almost pleading. "You’ve already overworked yourself today. I’m worried about your health." I didn’t respond. Wasn’t it because of the Bedfords that I got sick in the first place? The pain from what they did to me always made me sick, and I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I made them feel the same pain. "And I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s worried," James continued. "Your husband has been calling nonstop."

George's pov The fertility specialist's office was in one of the richest‚ and therefore‚ quietest‚ neighborhoods of town‚ and it had a clientele who paid extra for discretion․ I wasn't expecting to get anything out of them directly‚ as doctor-patient privilege being what it was‚ but money and pressure somehow always seemed to get the tongues of professionals to wag when applied by the right person․ I'd sent my best investigator‚ a former detective named Marcus Wren who'd worked for me on and off for years‚ someone thorough enough to find a thread in a haystack of paperwork and patient enough to pull it slowly without spooking whoever was holding the other end․ He'd called me twice over the c

"Yeah, the mafia lord's," "What the... Geez, you maxed out your luck, Miss. Marrying into luxury and power. Makes you all the more valuable. Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's really a shame, though, that you can't be fucked." Azylle pinched her chin while bringing his face closer to Calytrix's. Her nose twitched, and she scowled. This bastard's breath reeked of cigarettes. "Sir, please stop this..." she implored.

In— Everything he commanded. And I would succeed. Because I had no choice. Because drugs made failure— Impossible. Made disobedience—unthinkable. Made rebellion— Neurologically impossible. Chemically prevented. Biologically— Destroyed. My capacity for resistance. For freedom. For— Anything except service. Perfect service. Eternal service. To Marcus. To his vision. To his— Empire. Growing. Spreading. Consuming— Everything. Everyone. Until nothing remained free. Until— World itself became— Ashford. Perfect Ashford. Eternal Ashford. Where—

. Villa in the North Empire- . Inside, an old man wheezed from the soul attack done to his puppet. His ion energy, which was already damaged started to deteriorate. Purple smoke leaving his body in excess. The sickness that affected the majority of the Empire Maleficinet founded long ago was falling apart mostly because of this man. "KUFF!" A mouthful of blood turned purple splattered onto the floor. "SO CLOSE!" As the damage continued to take its toll, he lost control of the various formations. "..."

I forced myself to explain. “We were consenting adults. We know what we were getting ourselves into when we started this affair. Besides, our relationship has been doomed from the start. I just speeded things up.” I told him with bravado. The last thing I wanted from him was his pity. As much as I could, I will get out of this with my pride still intact. I made a mistake, true. I gave in to my basest desires, another truth, but I will never grovel. I know my place.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile