Imperial Affliction Book Novels & Stories

Casie: "I understand... So Amy, The Other day you mentioned about your...mmmm..mom?" Amy(sighs); "I literally hate her Casie. She used my dad." Casie: "Are you ok. You don't want to talk about it if you are not uncomfortable. I just wanted to let you know that I am there for you as a friend." Amy: "It's fine Casie. I am ok. You are the first person in this kingdom with whom I am so comfortable and like to open up. My mother is a wicked woman. When she was in heaven with my dad she was different. She was the sweetest person you know. She had many friends. everyone liked her. That's when my dad fell in love with her. When she came here after she was declared queen of the kingdom, a sense of pr

His words were final. The Crown Prince bit his lower lip in annoyance and frustration as he eyed the endless rows of women in the vast hall. They all look the same, he thought, how will I be able to choose. I don’t even want a woman in my life. Why isn’t it enough to just go to war and expand this Empire’s territory as I’ve always done? It’s not like I even want to be the next Emperor…

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

The Immortal Emperor said indifferently. In these Immortal Emperors' eyes, the people weaker than them were nothing more than an ant. The Fiend Emperor knew the current situation. The Immortals had three Immortal Emperors, but he was alone. He was no match for them at all. All he could do was to snort coldly. "Don't you all feel that you're being too greedy?" The Fiend Emperor said coldly. The three Immortal Emperors had captured Immortal Emperor Chu's wife and child. They were like two protective talismans to these people.

His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts as he began moving, each thrust dragging a moan from her lips. "He—" she gasped, trying to focus, but Zane was relentless, stretching her, claiming her. "He wants to align with the Chinese mafia," she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "For power," she added between moans. Zane chuckled darkly, increasing his pace. "Thinks he can rule all of Asia, huh?" His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Such a greedy bastard." Vanessa cried out, legs wrapping tighter around him as pleasure coiled in her belly once more.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN (Jace’s Perspective) Fanaticism is a poor substitute for structural integrity. A man who believes he is destined to win will happily ignore the fact that the bridge beneath his feet is crumbling. The Imperial squad leader knelt in the toxic, frozen mud of the ash-wastes, his mind pinned to the earth by the sheer, crushing psychic weight of Elias’s Alpha command. But even as the blood dripped from his nose, the soldier looked up at me with a twisted, manic grin.

The grand throne hall of Lupis Imperium glittered with a thousand golden chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble and tapestries that told tales of past triumphs. The air was thick with anticipation as the council gathered, the murmurs of noble houses echoing off the stone walls. Kael Stormfang, the Alpha Prince of the empire, stood at the head of the room, his face impassive, his eyes unreadable.

It bit to infect. ​"It’s a regression," I said, my medical brain fighting through the panic. "The Imperial magic was a filter. It refined the wolf-spirit. Without it, the spirit is reverting to its original, feral state. The 'First Wolf' is calling the beast back to the wild." ​All around us, the "civilized" world was dissolving. Warriors were losing their minds, turning on their mates. The order we had tried to build in the vacuum of Solas’s death was being shredded in minutes.

"The countdown is the calibration phase. When it hits zero, the Holy Syndicate won't just control the banks. They’ll control the intent of every person in this city." "Not on my watch," Mara said, kneeling to touch the cracked pavement. She closed her eyes, her "Root" power reaching deep into the bedrock of Manhattan. "The island is screaming. There’s something... something mechanical wrapped around the tectonic plate. A 'Pulse-Anchor'." The Psychological Shift: The Woman vs. The Empress For the first time in her journey, Elena felt a flicker of doubt. The "Empress"—the part of her soul she had sacrificed in the Moroccan pool—would have already formulated a tactical strike, calculated the ac