The Empress As How Someone Sees You Novels & Stories

Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him. Miranda's face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

Do you hate me now? He looked at his face, seeing nothing but the pink color of his veil. At the front, on the throne, Wu Luan was scanning the crowd until his eyes settled on the beauty that had caught his attention. He had a hunch that she would be beautiful, unlike the women he had bedded so far. And he couldn't wait to hold her at night. First, he would call for her to see her face and propose for her to become his woman. He knew his Empress would accept her. That was one thing he liked and loved about his wife—she let him do everything he wanted. She supported him in everything. She was perfect for him. He didn’t need a clingy partner by his side.

I asked. She looked away from me and started to fix whatever was inside that white box. Carefully observing her, she did not look like the type of woman who would go violent but rather, I could sense a silent danger lying beneath her soft smiles. Oh, shit! I should probably stop being too judgmental. I just even met her a few minutes ago. “Well aside from being our boss, that word also is the right description for him. By the way, what is that red tattoo in-between your eyebrows?”

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

A flooding whisper suddenly echoes inside his mind, which made him smile in the most sinister way possible that he never did before. With the ruling number of the fourth, the Empress card shows its very beauty with blonde hair and a peaceful aura. Wearing a crown of twelve stars that represents the cycle of the year and the Zodiac Gods and Goddesses themselves, the Empress sits upon its throne of flowing red velvet with its very essence of the ruler. “The Empress,” Calls the name as he pins his attention towards the card with the hint and slight discomfort with dread and worst that suddenly came down and sends a shiver on his spine. But a loving kind of chill that he wanted.

"Her majesty by old, your soul must be old because your charisma surpasses time but you look like a fairy." The generals never had the heart to flatter any woman as such, not even their wives but when the empress looked at them with an eerie look in her eye as if she would hang anyone who said otherwise there were so many praises that Icarus who was listening pulled the female back and closed the window with a bang. "You are young! Very young! I must be in prison to have married you!" The pink-eyed female was crushed to the strong chest and could not break free.

"I constantly feel like a fucking failure. I'm new to all of this shit and now the fate of the world is in our bloody hands and I swear I'm gonna fuck it up." Hunter looked at me with surprise. "I've never heard an Empress use such...colorful language." "Well I'm sure you've never seen an Empress as stressed as I am." I chuckled. "I'm glad we get time to talk like this. I feel like I'm seeing a new side to you, Empress." "Yes it's good for leaders to become acquainted like this." I smiled. "To see each other in less formal environments." "I can think of a few other informal environments I'd like to see you in."

Was someone there? But there is nothing. Only shadows dancing with light. Perhaps it was just a branch falling? I let it go. Nothing. “I just didn’t think this all would be… so taxing?” I admit with a gaze up to the night sky. I am an Empress. Empresses are always in demand—pulled, prodded, possessed by everyone who needs something from them. People always want my time or wish to speak with me.

Silvan bowed a longbow at her back with a sinister chuckle and a mockery-filled tone. “I hope you left some of the guards alive, you treacherous thing.” Grand Empress turned, raged, with a wine glass in her hands, and said the words with the same mocking tone and sinister laughter, surprising the man ahead. She looked a real Empress, a strong, alpha-female with no signs of any pain, hurt, or weakness, radiating only commanding and dominating nature.