روايات وقصص ضمن Precious On Empire

“Careful, Santini. You’re on my property now. Surrounded by my men. Maybe show a little respect.” “Respect? You want respect?” I stepped forward. His men tensed. Mine did too. Fingers on triggers. Ready. “You stole from me. That’s not just disrespect. That’s war.” “Is it?” Lorenzo tilted his head. “Or is it just business? You’ve been distracted lately. Weak. Someone had to remind you that the empire doesn’t run itself.” “You think I'm weak?” “No? Then tell me, Enzo. Where’s the girl?”

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Estephan said, starting to get frustrated, but not wanting to give up he said, "What about precious stones? Emeralds, rubies, pearls, among many others. I have several of those in my home, which were purchased by my father from the best mines in this city." "Isn't offering me that the same as offering me money?" Alexis asked softly, "I repeat, do you know who you are talking to? In my family's vault, we have hundreds of precious stones, of all types, sizes, and from all places. Even if you offer me money, gold or diamonds; all of that I already own, and in a larger quantity than any you can offer me, so it's not a fair deal..." "Then what the fuck do you want!" Estephan shouted angrily, losi

I was at a loss for words with what he just said. It was not because Julian had indeed probably sold me to him but the fact that he actually had the audacity to place a cheap value on me. As an immortal, no amount of human money or wealth could ever buy me. The shamelessness of this man was astonishingly annoying. He may be a man whose good looks could turn the heads of women and whose voice could make them obey whatever he said, but it was not even enough for me to be happy with.

Anastasia scoffed even after that old man died he still likes to mock her like that! "Most important of my precious fortunes the Royal Steel will be given to the most responsible and worthy candidate. I believe I have made a wise decision by choosing this person. The true penny in my family is none other than my Little Alex. So the Royal Steel will be handed in the care of Alexandra Winchester." It was short but It was large enough to make Catherine and Anastasia explode in fury. Catherine who had looked like she had drained all her blood now looked as red as a tomato. Anasthasia, on the other hand, muttered curses at Ernest and Alexandra.

Kevin clenched his fists and laughed. "The legendary treasure left behind by the Fallen Crimson Dynasty… all of Holtrien's centuries of feudal wealth, concentrated in this doomsday empire. Think about it—it must be mountains of gold, oceans of jewels… and maybe even ancient relics long lost to time. "Like the Elixir of Immortality that Admiral Frost brought back from his voyage to the East, and the Moon Pearl that the Demon Queen supposedly held in her mouth when she was buried. Any one of these alone could overturn everything our family has worked for, across generations."

Old money, new power. But tonight, I couldn’t shake the discomfort sitting like a stone in my chest. I just lost the Hope Jewel necklace, the most sought after favorite piece, the one I almost got for my wife. Except the wrong woman bought it. Not wrong, exactly. Just... unexpected. Although, my interest wasn't for Vivian getting the necklace, but to use it as a business strategy. But then, Emerald Hugo. The name had caused a stir even before the auction. CEO of Imperial Holdings. Mysterious, poised, rarely seen in public but always the subject of speculation.

Eventually, they settled for a beige dress with varicolored flowery designs around the hem and intricate hand-sewn designs on the bodice. "This looks good," Elvira commented on the dress, just after she wore it. "Thank you." Keira mouthed in appreciation, her flustered face shying away from Elvira's appealing gaze. When was the last time someone commented nicely on her outfit, without making a mockery of their quality? She could barely recall a time anyone was being genuinely nice to her, because there was none, all thanks to her family being destitute. A loud knock on the door interrupted her reverie and she traveled back to reality in a millisecond, watching Elvira saunter to open it.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

Courtiers brought out trays of gems from Kael’s homeland—opals that flickered like inner fire, emeralds carved into tears, pearls black as ink. “These are not merely treasures,” Kael declared, his voice carrying. “They are promises. Bridges between my empire and yours.” Gasps, murmurs, clinking glasses. Every noble leaned forward like supplicants. Zaria, however, noticed what others didn’t: Kael’s gaze barely left her. Even when extolling the jewels, he measured her reactions, like her approval mattered more than Wolfe contracts or billion-dollar trade routes. Lucien noticed too. She felt it in the way his thumb traced the small of her back—subtle, tense, proprietary.