Novel & Cerita Imperial Affliction Book

Actually, she was also getting annoyed by Darwin's behavior, which up until now, still clung to his ego. "So, what kind of gift should you have given him?" Randy asked curiously. "If the goal is to enhance their be intimate, then give him an aphrodisiac." Randy snapped her fingers in the air. Why hadn't she thought of this medicine yesterday? "True. I didn't think of it at all." "Well, because both of us are normal. So, we didn't even consider resorting to things like aphrodisiacs." "So, you think I'm not normal?" Darwin retorted, not accepting it. It's not like he was abnormal just because he didn't want to have intercourse with Veronica. What's wrong with self-control?

CHAPTER 70 The empire was in disarray. Whoever went into the sanctum did not return the same. It was as if they were mutating into something not human. They looked pale in contrast to their darkened veins, and to everyone’s horror, they began to crave blood. They were stronger and faster than the others. They began to conquer several other places, and whoever they deemed fit was brought back to the emperor and changed by the herb.

In doing so, they had confirmed what reform threatened most. Not power. Familiarity. And familiarity, once disrupted, rarely returned intact. As night deepened, Lillian understood something with quiet certainty. This was not the fall yet. This was the flinch before it. The moment when empires realized that no one was stepping forward to make them feel safe again. And that realization, once made, could not be undone. Shock would fade. Disapproval would calcify. And in the space between, something irrevocable had shifted.

I'm sure Azazel is well aware that the Empress is attempting to kill him by enlisting him in the army at such a young age. - I gently slid the piece of paper to Azazel's desk, the piece of paper that carried the important information from the book I had read. Azazel's brows furrowed as he took the paper and began reading the contents, my hands balling into fists as he did so. What I didn't expect from him, though, was his reaction. "Ah... That Empress is beyond saving." With wide eyes, I stare at him. "What?" Azazel slid the paper back onto the desk, a confident smile on his lips.

I knew he was horrible and disgusting! “Excuse me?!” “I wish to have sex with you.” He repeated. “You disgust me! I-I knew there was a reason I didn't like you, but wow I never thought you would be this appalling! I will not have sex with you, I'd rather have my head cut off!” I yelled. Emperor Cedric grinned. “I knew you didn't like me. So why don't you?” “I think you do nothing of use with your title. The people barely know you and you don't seem very interested in knowing us. It's not fair to us to have a distant ruler. You’ve done nothing about the werewolf seen roaming at night and it’s ridiculous.”

The kitchen filled with the sound of grinding beans and dripping coffee, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears. I couldn’t look away. He moved so casually, so effortlessly, like it was the most normal thing in the world to stand in a kitchen half-dressed. But to me, it wasn’t normal at all. He looked untouchable and dangerous at the same time—like something I wanted and shouldn’t want. -------

None of them knew the real battles I go through to maintain my stance. I switched the channel, needing a better distraction. "British Royal Alliance Strengthens with American Billionaire's Visit," another headline read. I turned the TV off. I got sick and tired of being constantly reminded of the things I had to face daily. Was this it? How has my life played out now? All I had were Half-eaten bacon, a cold coffee, and tormenting flashes of Alex that wouldn’t let me shut my eyes. I sighed, stood up, and headed back up, a shower is what I need now more than anything else.

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

I thought, tightening my fists, "I will find the flaw in Jared's contract. I will find a way to get rid of him, too. Nobody keeps my father's legacy from me." I walked through the grand front doors instantly greeted by the last person I wanted to meet in this mansion. Claire Sterling marched in, her white fur coat trailing behind her, her diamonds sparkling under the chandelier lights. She stopped a few feet away from me, crossing her arms and looking down her nose with pure disgust. "So, this is the charity case Jared dragged out of the slums of Africa," Claire sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Look at you. You look like a homeless person who wandered into a museum. I cannot believe