Sinopsis Empress Ki Novels & Stories

The sharp sound made my heart jump. I picked it up. “Hello?” “Maya… Maya!” It was one of the security men at Denim Company. His voice was rushed. Scared. “Something terrible has happened!” My heart dropped. “What happened?” I asked, already standing up. “There’s fire, ma’am. A big one. The company… it’s burning!” My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I froze. No. No, it can’t be. “What… what do you mean?” I asked again, my voice shaking.

Deep lines crossing over each other, overlapping like chapters of something brutal. Too familiar. Too similar to mine. "If you're done staring, princess," he said, turning to face me, "we need to talk business." "What is it?" "I suggest you play your role as my wife seriously." I narrowed my eyes. "What does that mean? Are you asking me to kiss you in public?" "If necessary." His tone didn't shift. "Not happening." "Be rational, assassin princess." His voice dropped, cold enough to root me in place. "You want Kael alive. You want to keep your head on your shoulders."

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

The sorrow and sadness that had been hovering in the air was replaced with something else: a heat that seemed to consume us both. The heat of her smooth skin radiated against my palms as I grasped the sides of her thin tank top. Yearning to get closer, I hastily yanked at it, and it ripped open with ease. I broke away from the kiss, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes widened at the sight of her full, perky breasts, her nipples hard and puckered. I leaned in to kiss the hollow of her neck, where I could feel her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my lips.

The Great Wilderness Emperor seemed a little emotional when he replied. "What illusion was it?" Chase had a bad feeling when he heard the word 'illusion'. "He let me meet my empress, who had died years ago, before appearing." The Great Wilderness Emperor reminisced. It was clear that it made him happy to see the woman he loved. "What did he say?" Chase continued asking. "He didn't say anything." The look in the Great Wilderness Emperor's eyes suddenly glazed over after answering.

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons. "What is this?" I frowned. Ariana looked proud immediately. "Justice." Maddison looked betrayed. "I bought you fries and ice cream." "You ate half." "That’s because sharing creates emotional bonds." "You’re annoying." "Wow." Maddison pressed a hand dramatically over his chest. "Abused by a child." For nearly an hour, things stayed light and peaceful, we played games. Ariana forced us into tea party roles using tiny plastic cups. Apparently I was the exhausted prince.

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

I could stabbed in the back by them at any moment. I hastened my steps once again, until I heard the empress's voice, coming from a room on the far left. I walked up to the room and observed that the door was slightly ajar. From the small opening, I could see the empress, and beside her was an unfamiliar woman. They seemed to have a rather serious conversation. I pushed the door open slowly, and the creaking noises brought their attention to me. The empress's purple orbs gazed at me with surprise and wonderment. "Claire! What a pleasant surprise!" She beamed and rose up from her chair. She walked over to me, her green gown swaying with the movement of her hips as she approached me.

He said, "Now, none of the alien races have taken action. We'd better wait." "Immortal Emperor, what are you suspecting?" The Immortal Emperor Wind asked. "Recently, when I had time, I carefully studied Immortal Emperor Chu. His rose too fast. It only took him a few hundred years to become so powerful. It can be said to be a miracle. I also learned that this isn't the first time he has disappeared. The longest time he's been missing was actually fifty years. Just when everyone thought that he had died, he suddenly jumped out and massacred the enemies."