İmparatoriçe Novels & Stories

Selena Dacosta had never experienced love throughout her whole life, not even from her own parents. To shield themselves from the potential shame of her kleptomania, She was forced to live with her poor aunt in Italy. Years later, Selena's past mistake resurfaces, forcing her into a contract marriage with the most unexpected person: Jake Marino, a handsome CEO and her best friend's fiancé. Despite Jake's initial resentment, he proposes the marriage to hide a secret of his own, his face blindness and protect Rose, the love of his life. But Selena's newfound love is tested when a shocking kidnapping and a life-altering night throw their world into chaos. When she discovers she's pregnant with twins, she decides to keep it a secret and elope to New York, where she transforms into a powerful CEO. Can their story of hate turning into love survive the challenges thrown their way? Dive into this heartwarming tale of family, forgiveness, and a possibility of a second chance at love as you flip until the last page of this book.

Raíssa Freitas estava à beira de um colapso. O homem com quem ela havia passado a noite era seu professor universitário e, o mais desesperador de tudo, era que ela estava grávida. Tremendo, ela colocou o exame de gravidez à sua frente, e Alexandre Teixeira lhe deu duas opções: abortar ou se casar. Assim, Raíssa acabou se casando com seu professor universitário, sem mais nem menos. Após o casamento, eles passaram a dormir em quartos separados. Certa noite, o professor Alexandre apareceu à porta do quarto dela com um travesseiro. — O aquecedor do meu quarto quebrou, vou dormir no seu quarto esta noite. Raíssa, confusa, abriu a porta. Na noite seguinte, o professor Alexandre apareceu novamente. — O aquecedor ainda não foi consertado, vou dormir aqui mais uma noite. No final, o professor Alexandre acabou ficando no quarto dela. Ele dizia que estava economizando na conta de aquecimento para cuidar do filho. ... A Escola de Medicina da Ilha do Sol era uma das melhores do país, e o professor Alexandre era amplamente conhecido nela, sendo o mais jovem professor da faculdade de medicina. Ele sempre usava uma aliança de casamento no dedo anular, mas nunca era visto com nenhuma mulher. Mais tarde, um estudante, incapaz de conter a curiosidade, perguntou durante a aula: — Professor Alexandre, ouço dizer que o senhor já é casado. Quando vai apresentar sua esposa para a gente? Para surpresa de todos, o professor Alexandre apontou: — Raíssa. Uma médica profissional se levantou reflexamente do grupo de alunos e disse: — Presente. Sob o olhar de todos os estudantes, o professor Alexandre sorriu gentilmente: — Quero apresentar a todos. Esta é minha esposa Raíssa. Ela é uma excelente cirurgiã cardíaca.

—Hay algo duro aquí abajo que me está picando. En el auto de la escuela de manejo, para enseñarle a manejar a mi ahijada, hice que se sentara en mis piernas para guiarla personalmente. Pero apenas encendimos el motor, el auto se nos apagó y la carrocería dio un brinco muy fuerte. Esos amortiguadores de mi ahijada se hundieron profundamente en mi entrepierna. Lo que terminó por acelerarme el pulso fue notar que Camila solo llevaba puesta una minifalda cortísima que no le cubría nada.

Meet Safiya, Princess of Herakleopolis city in northern Egypt. People call her gem of Herak. Kings and Princes travel from far to behold her beauty, queens and princesses are jealous of beauty, her elegance. Princess Safiya isn't just a princess, she has other attributes aside from her beauty. She's a deadly weapon, an assassin. Her father, king Nitokris, uses her to take out anyone that stands as a treat to his throne, to take the person out of existence but who would ever suspect a gorgeous princess like Safiya? As the king's belove daughter, she would do anything to please her dad, she doesn't hesitate to do her Father's bidding. But then a day came, king Nitokris sent her to Aris Micah, a very wealthy CEO..... What happens when her heart beats for the one man she's supposed to take out of existence? What happens when she falls in love with the man she's to ? Aris Micah being a very famous business man, is really feared by his enemies and his business rivals. He is also respected in the business world. He's handsome, grumpy and of course, a flirt. What happens when his parents calls him to come back home so he could find a wife, In order to inherit his father wealth. What happens when he brings the princess back home as his bride...

Five years ago, my girlfriend, Stacie Garcia, got crippled in an attempt to save me. Out of guilt, I stayed by her side and took on all the hardest grunt work so that I could use all of the money I've earned on her. But when I'm in the middle of cleaning a Porsche's dealership, I witness Stacie flirting with another young man there. To my shock, she's even standing without any problems. Stacie tells the man in a generous manner, "Which car do you have your eye on? I'll buy you any car no matter how expensive it is as long as you like it!"

I spent five years chasing Tyler Watson, only to get kidnapped right in front of him. He just stood there and watched. As a result, I suffered. After I escaped, he acted all high and mighty and proposed to make up for his tiny bit of guilt. The second we got our marriage certificate, the Simp System’s voice rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission.” Just like that, my sanity finally returned. While Tyler waited in a hotel for me to bring him contraceptives, I went live to expose his cheating. For good measure, I even called the anti-vice office to report my dear husband for soliciting prostitutes.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

The Day I Was Reborn, I Rejected the Alpha In my previous life, on my third year as Luna, I took an arrow tipped with wolfsbane meant for my Alpha mate Julian. My wolf was nearly killed, and I lay comatose for three full years. When I finally woke, Julian held my sister Lyra's hand and told me they were in love. He wanted me to step aside. My adoptive mother, Eleanor, pressured me to accept it. I refused. When the three of them closed in on me, I appealed to the Council of Elders. In the end, the Council ruled that Lyra be exiled. She couldn't bear the humiliation, and took her own life. Julian let me keep my title as Luna, but he hated me for the rest of his life. He would look at me with cold, dead eyes. "You should never have woken up. Then I wouldn't have lost Lyra." My adoptive mother blamed me too — for killing my sister, for destroying our family. Seven years later, grief and alcohol had hollowed Julian out completely. On his deathbed, the cold mask slipped. He gripped my hand. "In the next life... will you let me have Lyra?" Something in me went numb. After Julian was gone, the pack fell apart without an Alpha. Every one of them cursed me for being the one still alive. In the fighting that came after, my own pack handed me over to a rival pack. They put a dozen arrows through me. I died alone in the wilderness. When I opened my eyes, I was back — back to the day I first woke up.

I came home from abroad to save my nephew's company from going bust, and also to attend his wedding with his sweetheart. But just as the banquet was about to start, a barrage of comments suddenly popped up before my eyes: [Thank goodness the sweetheart is clever and came up with the idea of framing the substitute for poisoning! The male lead will definitely be over with the substitute after this!] [Exactly! So what if the substitute has stayed by his side for ten years? The male lead still loves his sweetheart the most!] Elaine Geston, decked out in a luxury wedding gown, strutted up to me with her nose in the air, looking smug. "So you're the woman Nolan has cherished for ten years? I hate to break it to you, but you're just a substitute for me! You should get lost if you know what's good for you!" I glanced down at my phone, checking the stock prices, not in the mood to deal with her. She suddenly looked shocked. She picked up one of the two glasses of wine prepared for the newlyweds, sniffed it, then pointed a finger at me and yelled, "What a vile woman! You actually poisoned the wine! Just because Nolan loves me, you want to kill us both!" Hearing this, the security guards instantly surrounded me, looking hostile. I was totally baffled. I pointed at my nephew, who was chatting with guests outside the venue, and said, "What substitute? Ask your husband if he dares to treat his own aunt as a substitute. Does he want his whole family to beat him up? Does he want his company to go bankrupt?" The comments went wild. [Oh crap, she's not a substitute but his aunt? The sweetheart's messed up big time!]

Na vida passada, fiz de tudo para ajudar minha melhor amiga, mas em fim, fui traída pelo meu noivo e meu irmão, que juntos destruíram minha empresa. Me lembrei de que caída na chuva, enquanto os três riam da minha dor. — Lorena, olha para você! Igual a um cachorro abandonado! — Eles zombaram, cruéis. Mas, num piscar de olhos, voltei no tempo. Estava três anos atrás, na reunião decisiva da licitação. Naquela época, minha empresa ainda era pequena. Meu irmão e noivo fingiam se importar com ética, dizendo que eu não devia usar as conexões das famílias Duarte e Nogueira. Porém, pelas costas, davam o melhor projeto para "minha amiga" só para vê-la sorrir feliz.