Pirate Empress Novels & Stories

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

"My son!" "See? I am serious about the trade, Lady Eodelle. But there is one thing about it though..." Emyr glared at me and the mischievous smile on his lips was back. I stepped forward to go to my son but when I did, a thousand palace soldiers appeared, aiming their swords, arrows, and spears on me. My eyes widened, never expecting that Emyr has the last card in him while I stand alone in the middle of the angry soldiers that are glaring at me, still not accepting the power I showed them when the spirit of the Wycliffe werewolf finally granted me the blessing to be the next in line Empress of this land.

"Well, well, if it isn't the one who called herself Mrs. Richmond, who ordered a two-thousand-per-table birthday banquet last time, only to have her card decline for even fifty dollars!" "I knew it," his colleague snorted. "Some people love pretending to be rich ladies. But in the end, they can't keep up the act and slink away in shame." At that, Lisa laughed derisively. "You don't have even fifty dollars to your name? No wonder you came here to make a scene." The beer-bellied man staggered forward, his narrowed eyes sliding over me and my daughter. His tone turned lewd. "Still, you have to admit, this maid has a bit of charm. And the little girl—she's a pretty one too."

And against reason, against training, against every wall he had built, he dropped a coin into the woman’s hand, pocketing the anklet. “Ah, a wise choice.” She winked. “Especially on a day like this. You know, the princess of Dharakand was to wed our Crown Prince today.” His head snapped up. “What did you say?” She blinked at his sharpness, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “But the Crown Prince vanished. Gone before the vows. Some say he fled. Some say he was taken. Either way, the palace bells did not ring for marriage today—they tolled for scandal.”

"These are the latest seasonal gowns, flown in from Milan. The young master said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection." "And these bags..." Sophia finally held up a hand. "Look at this room. Is there any space left?" The maids exchanged glances. One of them immediately pressed her earpiece and whispered, "Young master, Miss Sophia says the room is too small." Sophia deadpanned, "...That's not what I meant." The maid replied earnestly, "The young master's orders were to spend without limit." Sophia pressed her hand to her forehead. "Does your young master usually throw money away like this?"

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.

“You—!” They restrained themselves in the end, unwilling to embarrass me. Seeing the dragons suppressing their rage, I waved my hand dismissively. “I’ve already married your young lord. I belong to the dragon clan now. She may be my sister, but… sigh. Just don’t hit her face. She still needs to marry.” Enraged, the dragon clan beat her soundly. She cried out, “You dare disrespect the empress?! Have you all lost your mind?” I merely smiled and shook my head.

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."

It was much more than four weeks and nothing went wrong until tonight, when now, the man would come and go in his spaceship, between his beautiful hideout, making his cabaret a pirate base, in which there would not only be a bandit shaking around him, with random women jumping on his lap, but several outlaws, I mean male, throwing bags of money into his hands so he wouldn't say anything, still, still, a good amount of money to keep the girls active, his work was expensive. When I observed the body of the purple alien woman, where I saw the aforementioned person enter with a bag of money cards, initially, my lips in a thin line, drumming my nails on the dressing table, turned into a smile, I

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.