The Accidental Empress Book Novels & Stories

“And yet, I will admit that when I first heard my name spoken by the elders, I was . . . surprised.” Gasps rippled through the noblewomen. “The emperor and I had not yet met,” she continued. “I was young, trained in courtly ways, and I knew that my family’s bloodline made me an ideal match for an emperor—but to be chosen by fate itself? That was a different matter.” A hush fell over the table. “And when you did meet, Your Majesty?” Lady Astrid pressed. The empress’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “The moment we stood in the same room, we felt a connection. Our first marking is incredibly amazing.” She tilted her wrist slightly, revealing a flawless, iridescent mark that shimmered under th

She used her strength and agility to twist her body and flip out of his grip, tossing him a few feet away in the process. Aakifahlynn landed, and the heavy gown buried her on the ground. She was a bundle of ruffle material and cancan. Luckily, by then, the royal guards had flooded the area, and the imposter had been detained. It turns out that it was the disgraced Emperor Demarion Dracul of the Gazini Empire who attempted to kidnap her. Weird! Imagine that the Ayacques were suddenly so brave and so bold in their plans to attempt to kidnap her during one of their celebrations at the castle.

Emily exploded again. “Well no, that was my bad, but—” “Oh I must be losing my fucking mind, because I thought you just said you proposing to the Archduchess of Imperium was your bad!” “Look, I can’t really explain properly right now, but it’s not real. I woke up on a plane this morning and first I thought it was Kate kidnapping me again, but actually it was just Keira.” “Just?! The queen of assassins just kidnapped you? Oh well then, dandy!”

Cecily and Emery had been cleaning up the Empress’ room when they heard the dreadful news. The Emperor was poisoned by the Empress! The two handmaidens refused to believe it. Although the couple had their ups and downs, Ursa was not a rash person, nor was she as vicious so as to poison someone! Cecily had witnessed their harmony for herself, just as they were leaving the room for their dinner. Besides, Ursa would never make such a cunning move without first consulting herself or Emery, not that Emery was much help.

He was chatting with someone next to him, although Isabella couldn't hear what was being said, his demeanor appeared cheerful. As the handsome stranger passed by, Isabella gave him a casual glance but was quick to shift her gaze when Emily, in red high heels, gracefully ascended the steps. The man and his companion descended while Emily ascended, their paths seemingly unrelated. It was precisely then that a server carrying a tray suddenly rushed out and accidentally bumped into Emily. Emily let out a soft "ouch" and fell into the arms of the young man. It seemed like a perfect coincidence, falling right into his embrace.

The bathroom stall is a confessional, but I have no one to grant me absolution. My hands are shaking so much, but I’m clinging to the pregnancy test so hard the plastic is cutting into my palm. Two pink lines. Two tests, same answer. I’m pregnant and its weight rests heavy on my chest like a stone. I’m Emma Larson, the girl who clawed out of a dead-end town to work for Knight Enterprises, and now I’m pleading over a mistake that could derail my life. Beyond the door, the office hums — phones ring, voices overlap — and I’m supposed to walk into that space like nothing’s different. As though I didn’t wake up in a stranger’s hotel bed this morning, haunted by gray eyes and a laugh that may or m

"Navigating without a map? That sounds highly uncalculated for a CEO." "Sometimes," Vivian murmured, her eyes dropping briefly to Avery’s lips before locking back onto her gaze with absolute finality, "the risk is worth the disruption." As they walked deeper into the town, fingers tightly laced, the ancient stones of Antibes seemed to echo the truth they could no longer deny: the fake marriage was dead, the battle lines were buried at sea, and the corporate ice queen had officially surrendered to the hurricane. The Terraces of Tuscany. The morning sun over Livorno broke through a low-hanging mist, painting the rolling Tuscan hills in pale gold and dusty olive.

he suddenly asked. I gulped at that question because my mind was not totally being cooperative right now. I could not even look away from his gaze because if I did, he might come to realize that the words coming out of my mouth were lies. “I…” Swallowing, I could feel my heartbeat going crazy. “I accidentally tripped on my foot when I was trying to run away. It just happened that my hands landed on the ground covered with broken glass.” He did not say anything after that so I was able to breathe with much relief. But out of nowhere, he suddenly carried me and headed out of his room.

With a smile plastered on her face, anyone would assume that she was happily walking down the aisle to meet her Prince Charming. This wedding was every socialite's dream but Isabella was not one of those women, she wanted nothing more than to escape from this world that I was dragging her into. But I will never let her go, she was my woman and I want to spend the rest of this year with her by my side. The first time I discovered that Issac had a daughter, I never wanted to meet her till I saw her portrait in his living room, Right there I decided that she was going to be the collateral if Isaac found it impossible to meet up with the deal that he signed.

“Everything. Including the due date and the name.” Adrian’s face turned to stone. “She knows the name?” “Yes,” Vanessa said quietly. “And she’s telling people it was hers first.” I sat down slowly. “She wants the world to believe I took everything from her.” “Not just your life,” Adrian said bitterly. “Your child too.” Granny stepped into the room. “She’s not done leaking.” “What do you mean?” Adrian asked. Granny held up her phone. A new blog article. “The Heiress and the Hidden Past”