She Took The Rags I Took The Empire Novels & Stories

“Everyone turn around, close your eyes! I do not want to hear one word about this.” How had the guys been able to get dressed so fast? Granted I was a lot less dressed than they were—all the way. “The coast is clear, Empress. Let’s get back into the bedroom.” “Empress?” Anna’s eyes sparkled, “You know, The Emperor's New Clothes? Didn’t he have a parade or something in his birthday suit.” I yanked open the closet and pulled the first thing out that I could find. They were men’s sweats, but they had a drawstring so I would cinch them up. Anna handed me a t-shirt which I yanked over my head.

Rags angry voice echoed through the room. Yeah true! I still can't believe that. She didn't even feel guilty for that. "I told her I fucking told her about this surprise." Rags yelled. We all turned towards her shockingly. "What?" I whispered clearly not believing those words. Rags looked at me with tears in her eyes saying "I said I fucking told her that Aarav is going to surprise her. She acted all gullible and at the end only to screw it up. For past few months she had been acting strangely I asked her so many damn times. She always neglected saying she felt some creepy stare on her. Fuck for god's sake I even started to believe her only to be fooled like this"

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

But there she was, smiles and all. "Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily. I'm really in need of protection. Please just spare a few minutes of time for me. I walked all night to get here," she begged. Warren could see by her tattered clothes and worn down shoes that she wasn't lying. Did she really walk all the way there just for protection?

I knelt, this time with no tears — only resolve. “I loved you,” I whispered. “Even when I didn’t know how. Even when I thought you were weak.” I placed my hand on the earth above her. “I swear to you, Mother. I will take back ’everything’ that was stolen from us. I will reclaim the empire, burn the rot from its core, and wear this crown with no apologies.” I pulled out the ceremonial dagger — a relic from the old Montrose archives. The blade shimmered in the moonlight.

But they were just too many. I rose to my feet, ignoring the pain. I swore to myself—I would take down as many as I could. Then I saw the flames. Fire burned bright, consuming the rogues. Confusion spread amongst them. The rogues fled, and those too slow were swallowed by the hungry flames. Even from a distance, I could feel the scorching heat. I watched in wonder; I had never seen a thing like this. I couldn’t believe the Empress came to our aid; Cynthia had sworn not to help… only, it wasn’t Cynthia.

I remark, pulling the door open for Ava. “Where to?” Ava asks, putting on her shoes. “I hope you will like it. I picked up two tickets to the Jack the Ripper Museum earlier…” I don’t get to finish before Ava breaks out into a squeal. She rushes up and kisses me, causing the space in the groin of my pants to shrink. They’re dress pants, so there isn’t much room in them to begin with. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I reply as she pulls away. “Yes all day!” she exclaims while grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door.

He returned, grinning, “You’ll want to see this.” And there she was, Rose. In a black dress that barely cover her ass, tits practically spilling out, eyes locked on the stripper grinding in front of me. She look like a nightmare I thought I had buried.

Closed it. Picked it up. And threw it into the fireplace. She didn’t scream. But her soul did. The war had already begun. And she was going to burn this empire down from the inside out.

and completely taken. He'd taken her, Emma thought, when he finally withdrew from her body and set her on the ground. She fumbled for her bra, put in on, her mind dazed and confused. He'd taken her, completely and irrevocably, and somehow in the meantime, she had - or at least her body had - accepted that. She pulled the dress up, realising the futileness of the act as she saw that it had been ripped down the middle.