One Night With Emperor Novels & Stories

He is the NIGHT PRINCE and she is a simple FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER. ~~~~~~~ " Ember. " He said in his deep husky tone while sleeping on his bed. He is dreaming about her. •••• " So she isn't in her village?. " He asked through his phone. It's been 8 months. He is irritated, irritated by seeing her again and again in his dreams. She is in the river, playing with water, her white frock glued to her body showing off her curves. At first, he had thought that he would forget about her but how stupid he was. He was now dying to have her in his arms. He thought that he would be done with her after spending one night with her. He didn't want to make her his girlfriend or wife because she's of course no

Liz just stared me while I am sleeping. That night, I decided to go with them to the bar to release what my feelings are: despair, anguish, guilt. Name it all, it is endless. It is the first time ever that I went to have a drink after a year, and I am planning to lavish myself with the power of alcohol. They brought me to Midnight Bar. It is a Friday night so I expected a full blown bar. Leon's friend, Dave, is the manager of the bar and let us in, VIP lounge.

Their fear grew and they found themselves on guard to fight off whatever fiend it was until they realized that it was their frantic Emperor. They stepped aside and watched as his form became smaller and smaller as he went down the corridor. He was sweating and panting mess by the time he reached Ellis’s door. Nin was stationed outside, her eyes trained in front of her. When she saw him at the door, she stood up and bowed. “Emperor, what brings you here so late in the night?” she asked. “I wish to see Ellis, please,” he said. He was humbling himself in front of someone else but the realization he had an hour before had rendered him incapable of feeling mortified.

The Emperor rises, a living god, and walks forward with that same poised, effortless grace that stopped my breath when he first appeared. At the threshold, I finally get an unobstructed view of him that sends my stomach fluttering wildly. The man seems five times more dazzling than his statues. Why did any other princes even bother showing up? Tonight, my eyes and I suspect every woman’s here are fixed on only one man. A servant carrying a whitestone on a small silver tray steps forward. The Emporer reaches out and picks it up. Time seems to slow as he lifts the stone and casts it into the waiting vessel. The soft clatter as it lands echoes through the hall.

Was my magic that night not good enough for her to recognize me as a king? “You…what do you want, huh?” I ask seriously, pushing aside my initial reaction to seeing her. If she’s come here to blackmail me for us sleeping together five years ago, her plan won’t last even for a second. I already have too many problems, and a woman I only slept with once before I married won’t be a part of my list. “I… I… I apologize, Your Majesty. I didn’t mean to stain you,” she responds, nervously stammering. Pretending to misunderstand the step we took.

“Well, well... what do we have here? How entertaining,” Dimitri mused silently, sipping his drink from a short distance away. Watching the scene unfold before him was thoroughly amusing. This was the perfect opportunity to pit Leonel and Jefran against each other—an ideal way to ruin Leonel’s life. The woman clinging to Jefran’s arm was Luna—his secret lover. And tonight, she had no qualms about showing herself in public. She walked up to Jefran, gently patted his arm, and whispered something that drew a faint smile from the man’s lips.

He understood too much, felt deeply at only two years old. --- Later that Night I stood alone on the balcony, star-strewn skies overhead, remnants of blood still clinging to my skin. Ronan joined me, solidarity radiating from him. “I should have ended Mason a long time ago,” he murmured, regret heavy in his tone. Silence stretched between us. Then, the wind shifted; his scent enveloped me — smoke, cedar, and something primal that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze locked onto mine. Not the mother of his child.

But none of them filled the void. His gaze landed on the last in line a blonde with sun kissed skin, gentle curves, full breasts that rose and fell with quick breaths, and wide blue eyes that flicked up to meet his for a fraction too long before dropping.Something stirred. Not the true mate bond he knew that would never come again but a warmth, a softness that eased the sharpest edge of his rage for the first time in days.He crooked a finger.“You.”The others were dismissed with a sharp wave. They filed out silently, disappointment masked behind lowered lashes.The chosen one Lila remained, trembling slightly, blue eyes wide.Ronan took her wrist gently, surprisingly so, and led her past the he

Demarion got up, ran a bath for them, and the pair took their escapades to the bathtub. While Aakifahlynn and Demarion spent the night bringing each other to heights of ecstasy, the night before the battle, most of the warriors spent the night, if not the same, simply spending each moment with their loved ones, family, and close friends. Even the single warriors sought comfort from the elite bordello that was in the Capital of the Empire. Each warrior and their household were resolute in their commitment to getting justice for their Empress. Fully committed to bringing all those who wronged her to their knees and being in full support of their Emperor. So they spent their moments enjoying th

She asked and I waved gesturing to myself. "I did it again! I got to close let him in, got clingy." I scold myself and she nods watching me. "I thought about him for so long, that's why I like one-night stands because you can fuck put on your clothes and walk out feeling satisfied." I bluntly ramble and she chuckles. "What was different about him?" She asked and I thought about our time together before shaking my head.