The Evil Empress Adores Me Novels & Stories

The kingdom of Atria and the Kennedy Empire had a good relationship in the past as well but the emperor grew an interest for the princess of the kingdom of Atria… Her name was Amaryllis. She was made the empress against her will and was often abused by the emperor… He appreciated her beauty but the reason he married her was to break her… He wanted to see her with a broken expression on her beautiful face… He was overjoyed as he saw her weep and mourn asking for help knowing no one would help her… It was amusing for him... The current emperor Aelius wished for revenge against his uncle who was the emperor… Aelius had lost himself in a pit of grief ever since he lost his parents… It was only t

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book. What happened to that bright smile she portrayed earlier? She couldn't even open her mouth again with Talia's aura. Darkness filled the tension between the two of them, she wanted to run away because of the feeling that one wrong move will cause her... Death. "Please remain quiet until the end of your time your Majesty, I don't like it when I'm being interfere with my business. They say that the more you keep silent, the more longer your life will be." The Empress shuddered with horror upon hearing what she said. The tone was definitely cold and her eyes was horrific to see, a cold malefic eyes.

Vitali winks at me. “Babe, he’s the Emperor, I wouldn’t be so sure,” says Eric wrapping his arm around Vitali. “I wouldn’t let him throw you in the dungeon, Vitali,” I say shaking my head furiously. “See? What do I need to worry about the Emperor for when I have the Empress in my corner? Thank you, my Lady,” Vitali bows, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, causing my cheeks to burn scarlet. “Kiss ass,” Tyson coughs.

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

I realize my expression has shifted without my permission. "He's more than good," I say. She looks back at the field, something complicated and fond moving behind her eyes. "Yeah," she says. "He is." *****AUTHOR'S NOTE***** Hey, my lovelies, So sorry for ghosting yall for so long 😅😅 I'm too lazy to make up an excuse anyway sooo here's the next chapter. Love ya ❤️❤️

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, his small hands patting Elena’s cheeks. "I’m sorry, Leo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m so sorry the world is like this. But I promise you... I will burn every shadow until there’s nothing left but light for you." She rocked him in the silence, the Chairperson of the Syndicate and the mother of the heir, two halves of a woman who was finally beginning to understand the true cost of her crown. Outside, the sun was high over the city, but the clouds were gathering on the horizon. The "Joint Empire" was formed. The board was purged. And in the shadows of Singapore, a new enemy was waiting for the Empress to arrive.

She stepped out of the closet like sin made flesh. The emerald silk draped over her body as if it belonged there. It hugged her waist and slid off one shoulder with deliberate ease. Her hair, now a deep auburn, was pulled back to reveal the line of her neck. A black choker sat against her skin like a quiet threat. The green lenses made her eyes look unfamiliar, but no less magnetic. I gripped the edge of the minibar. She wasn’t Bianca Marcelo. She was temptation in disguise. The kind that could dismantle a man.

And those eyes. What incredibly amazing color of eyes, almost like emeralds, but glowed torques with the light. Only, if she could be a lot warmer and smile more often, she would rank top two on his list. Top one always reserved for his darling Princess Evangeline. But alas, the woman in front of him was colder than frozen water and sharper than icicle spikes. And with her snowy white hair, she was almost ethereal and scary if not for her beautiful face. Rozarria Rozienheim

She looked at people not as souls, but as statistics or servants. In Maya’s mind, the laws of gravity and morality didn't apply to her. If she placed a manicured finger on a diamond, it became hers. If she decided a person was in her way, they were deleted from her reality. She possessed a beauty that was as sharp as a razor and just as dangerous. She didn't want a husband; she wanted a throne, and she viewed the impending marriage to Aryan Knight as the final piece of her collection. To Maya, she wasn't just a woman—she was the sun, and everyone else was merely lucky to be caught in her gravity.