Male Empress Novels & Stories

said Angel while holding back the sobs that were ready to explode. "I... am the wife of Erick Cullen and the empress here."

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

She hates that it doesn't force me to bend at her well like everyone else, including my Dad. 'But she loves it, just as much as she hates it.' Goliath chuckles. He's not wrong. Our independent, strong-willed, beautiful best friend is just as screwed up in the head as we are. Emerald's perfect in every sense of the word. Her body is pure perfection. She swears the moon goddess hates her, and I understand why she would believe that. But truthfully, I don't believe it for a damn second. Emerald has curves in all the right places. Slim in the waist, perfectly round ass, if she is my mate, wouldn't mind leaving my mark there. Also, the perfect perky tits a girl could have. They are not too big bu

"A lookalike. A media stunt by Donovan Tech to tank our stock values. Because if that is Amelia Quinn, we have a massive legal crisis on our hands." "Everyone, please calm down," a smooth, sweet voice interrupted. Natalie sat directly to my right, looking elegant in a designer dress. Bouncing gently on her lap was a three year old boy with soft blonde curls and big, innocent eyes. It was Leo. My seven year old son. Natalie looked up at the panicked board members with a tight, reassuring smile. "We need to verify the source of this photograph before we jump to conclusions. Please, excuse Mr. Emiliano and me for a few minutes. We need to discuss this private family matter in the executive loun

The more she thought about it, the heavier it felt… like something was wrong, just out of reach. She couldn’t quite name it. Ten minutes later, the towering outline of the Stellar Grand Hotel appeared ahead, its golden lights glowing against the night sky. Aurelia slowed slightly. Luxury cars lined the entrance. A red carpet stretched toward the grand doors. Everything looked polished… extravagant. Then something caught her eye: a silver Rizmo Limited Edition. Her grip tightened, and she recognized it instantly. Three years ago, when Alexander’s business had just begun to rise, she had quietly used her connections to secure that car for him, one of only a hundred in existence.

Inside the dressing room, my mother personally placed the heavy crown on my head. "Beautiful," she said, stepping back with satisfaction. "You look like a little queen." Thinking about what had just happened outside, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Mother, the way I acted earlier… did I cause you any trouble?" Before I could finish, she gently took my hand. Her voice was calm, but carried undeniable authority. "You did exactly right. "Remember this. No one gets to bully a principessa of the Costa family."

I knew I going to wear sweats. I walked into my bathroom... My bathroom was a Victorian style, I designed it two years ago, my parents had me redesign my entire bedroom and bathroom for my birthday. I loved all things girly like unicorns, butterflies, stuffed animals and fluffy and soft things I loved anything fluffy and cute... Just like my long-haired cat named Tempie after my favourite tv show Bones. Temperance Brennen is who I aspire to be. She’s my spirit animal... I took a quick shower and walked to my walk-in closet and grabbed a grey sweatpants and matching shirt.

“That’s what makes this so fucked.” That shut me up. Not because I disagreed. Because she was right. Emery had chosen me—again and again, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when all I offered her was a fake picture of safety. I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” “She said she would be at a press brunch. Somewhere small, private, downtown. A chance to reclaim the narrative, I guess. Take her story back. On her own terms.” “That’s suicide,” I muttered. “They will devour her.”

"The real CEO is right here next to me." She looked at me proudly. "The real CEO is Maya." The room was silent. Bryan's eyes went wide. "What?! " One of the other board members spoke up. "That's impossible…" Tasha smiled. "Oh, it's very possible. She's the daughter of the late Mr. Daniels. The founder. Maya inherited the company three years ago." People gasped. Everyone was staring at me. Even the man—the other CEO—was staring at me now, but not in shame. With something like… respect.

Although her tone was calm, her eyes brimmed with a contained fury. "I know who you are," Meder claimed, though his voice was unsteady. "No, you seem confused. Let me remind you. I am Aurora, eldest daughter of Zephyra: the woman who brought the entire world under her control. She was merciless, but her methods were effective. You, Councilman Meder, would have lost your tongue had you spoken to her as such. I inherited her throne and all its authority. I am the Empress. You only breathe by my grace. I am not my mother, but I can still exercise the same measures. Do you understand?"