La Emperatriz Novels & Stories

She also read myths, angels, former saints, and the power of the Imperial Family. The current Imperial family emperor is Necephorus Aus Viten, He is the most powerful Emperor in the empire. He married a Saint Empress Aelia Gazelle Placidar and had a son of a crown prince. Elise remembers the wise and cruel emperor with the Saint's loving wife. The author in the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess” describes them as powerful beings that help Alicia after being kidnapped several times. Elise didn't need to write down the date because she fully remembers it like she's the one who wrote the book. Now the most curious Elise is about the book for magic and the Saints.

She was gorgeous in many ways, and even then, no one dared to sully her firm and alluring curves. She was the New World Empress! "Let me go!" The Empress was ashamed and vexed; her delicate face looked furious. "Get your hands off me. Otherwise, I will have all of your heads rolling on the ground!" The Empress sounded imposing. At the same time, she struggled to break free. As the Empress, she was the mother of the continent. She was not an ordinary person, and she was also a level one Martial Emperor. She struggled incessantly; the four Scope brothers sweat profusely as they tried to hold her in place.

He spoke calmly and his words weren’t too flattering either. “I apologize for being late. I’m sure the Emperor has already spoken to you about Lady Himawari’s contribution to our country, dear prince.” The Empress said. Prince Shiro nodded his head and told her about his task. The Empress looked over at the baskets filled with different kinds of herbs. She seemed a bit intrigued about it so she stepped down from her throne and she inspected the herbs. I was right beside her when she was doing so and I was wondering if she recognized most of them.

He understood what Billy felt because he went through it with Jodi. There must be some way to find this girl, Matt thought. Look at this guy. He's heartsick. Maybe the posturing and flirting is Billy's way of coping with life without the woman he loves. “I was never able to find mi emperatriz,” Billy slurred and took a sip from his glass. “What does that mean?” Goldman asked. “My empress,” Billy answered. “What did she look like? Do you still have the picture?” Matt asked.

The moment Alesteria stepped out and looked up, everyone seemed to have seen a glimpse of the late Empress in her. Some tear up, some even sobbed in relief and delight. Alesteria's image was one of the late Empress, full of confidence, dignity, and elegance. It hold the power of someone who has found their place on this world, an image of a youthful yet fierce woman. She has grown into a woman the late Empress would be proud of, her own daughter following her steps. Alesteria descended the carriage steps slowly, her gown of midnight blue brushing against the ground with the grace of flowing water.

Everyone was happy and carefree, and the sound of the party filled the air, creating a magical and festive atmosphere. Finally, all the guests had arrived and the Emperor stood up to deliver his speech. "Now my dear friends," he began, "it is time to tell you some fantastic news. After years of thought, my wife and I have decided who will inherit the title of the Crown Prince's fiancée. She is certainly no stranger to our family and you all know her for her goodness, for her revolutionary plans to bring our Empire to prosperity for all time. Your next Empress, the one who will inherit Lydia's position, is none other than Thetia Kestle".

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

the servants said in a loud voice. Madame Azzar nodded in, and they relaxed in their posts. Ezra was sure that these two people were the only staff she would count on in the cleaning and care. Letting them conduct their labors, he left the palace and raised his eyes to the luxurious and immense palace that was lost in the fog. A palace between fantasies and legends, it was the abode of the empress; also called the palace of eternal light. Although his name did not attribute at all what was lived, An immense darkness. And Ezra still did not imagine how evil a woman could be.

Lima was about to get up from the couch but Amara held her hand to stop her. "Grandma please, stop making excuses, I want to know about her." She requests pointing to the huge photo of the mysterious lady who looked exactly like her sending strange vibes. Lima sighs sending a silent prayer to God to protect her unsullied grand daughter and started her narration as usual in the most interesting way. Princess Veronica was the second born to the King Achilles who ruled the ancient land of Hamster. With big black eyes and long hair she was a beauty since her childhood but unlike most of the woman she did not want to embrace the tenderness of a female attributed to her.

ISABELLA The reception is loud in the way expensive things always are—curated, choreographed, relentless. Aurelia has had her hand at my elbow for the past forty minutes, steering me from one cluster of guests to the next like I am something she has just acquired and cannot wait to show. This is Isabella, Dante's wife. She is lovely, isn't she? Every smile I give costs me something. Every nod. Every gracious thank you for the congratulations I didn't ask for.