The Peerless Concubine Novels & Stories

She couldn’t find why the other woman would want to tarnish her image unless someone put her up to it. Yuelan gets her answer when Lady Mingue, terrified of the consequences that awaits her should she go down for this, points towards Concubine Su. “She told me,” the young woman exclaims loudly, dragging everyone’s attention to Concubine Su. Her accusation shocks the ground. To them, Concubine Su is a paragon of virtue. One who wouldn’t dirty herself with mere gossip. As one, they turn back to Lady Mingue, their expression clearly rigged with disbelief. The Concubine wouldn’t resort to such kind of behaviour. She is just too good and pure.

A lowly life like me? Ronan’s voice explaied further. “Every new concubine receives one on her wedding day.” The word concubine stung me. My lips trembled, and I lowered my head to hide the shame crawling up in my face. I shouldn’t have hoped for where I didn't belong. “Please, choose whatever you need, madam,” Ronan said. I forced a smile on my face. “I don’t even know where to start,” I admitted quietly. “I’d appreciate your help.”

*** HAN MANOR On the quiet boudoir of the favorite Concubine, a woman is sitting on the tea table, while a man dress in black robe was reporting to her. "How was it?" "It's done, We bribe a maidservant and let her do the task, it's done... The person who followed Ping'er was burned to death." The woman sigh in relief. "How about Imperial Noble Consort Han?" "She's alive and unscathed, The Emperor was there." "Bullshit, let's lie low for a while, I know that dog of an Emperor will investigate this matter." "Yes Master, I'll leave now." "Go." Concubine Bai smiled at him but right after the man turn his back, He felt a sharp pierce on his back and an immesurable pain in his chest.

Third Person POV Getting into the Johnson estate was nearly impossible, but Carlos managed to slip past the outer perimeter, his tuxedo disheveled, his eyes wild. When he finally laid eyes on her in the grand ballroom, his breath hitched. This was not the Sophia he knew. She was draped in a white haute couture gown that hugged her figure, her hair swept up to reveal an elegant, swan-like neck. She wasn't the submissive assistant anymore; she was the radiant, untouchable Princess of the Johnson Family.

She had her fun and now they will both pay for her betrayal. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her bundle of nerves as I moved my fingers into her tight hole, instantly groaning in pleasure. She has the tightest pūssy that I’ve ever fūcked. The grip her pūssy had against my two fingers only made my cōck twitch more in my pants. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed my meal before the buzzing of my phone interrupted me again, making me groan in annoyance, but that wouldn’t deter me from claiming my fiancé again today.

San Diego. My granny remarked, "Meet their gorgeous son, grandchild. He is really handsome. You two fit well." I had to stop getting my food after noticing a pair of dark eyes. Simply put, it's impossible to look away from Zamiel. He is an exact replica of the goddess. Mrs. San Diego asked, making me swallow my spit more forcefully, "Goodness! You are Nicole Ashanti, right? Your gown is so lovely and gorgeous. May I know who is the designer behind it?" How was I going to tell her the truth without doing any research? This is a bit challenging.

“And that’s exactly why you’re perfect for him. He needs someone easy to mold, and that’s you. You’re a pawn, not a player. A concubine who can offer him power.” The word “concubine” slammed into me like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. It echoed in my head, stinging and relentless. My heart thudded so loudly it drowned out the faint creak of the wind outside the window. My mouth fell open, a protest half-formed, but the weight of his gaze made the words stumble and tangle on my tongue. I wanted to shout, to deny everything he was saying, but the raw certainty in his eyes stilled my voice, suffocating me with doubt.

If anyone was there on the balcony then they would've surely bowed their heads in shame, but luckily, secretary Han had already asked the restaurant to clear their area for some time when he came to know that Lu Jingzhe was going to propose to her. After few seconds of Kissing, Qingxi pulled back as she took deep breaths to control her heartbeat. "Wha-what does this mean?" Lu Jingzhe asked confused. "Be my concubine," Qingxi said like she was some kind of king from ancient times. "Your what?" Lu Jingzhe asked, thinking he heard her wrong. "My CONCUBINE," Qingxi said, spelling every syllable. "Okay. But be sure, this concubine is very greedy and will surely become the legal wife of the king."

Giselle's betrayal had wounded me deeply, akin to having my legs and feet cut off, but with my wife's love, I had the strength to endure and move forward. As night fell, our dinner proved to be just as delightful as the meal before. I discovered that my wife had been the mastermind behind these exquisite dishes, filling me with pride and admiration. She was more than a decent woman; she was a dependable, intelligent, and loving wife—everything I could ever wish for. She was my rock, and I had no desire for anything more. Later in the evening, Zara and I ventured out under the enchanting glow of the full moon. The night sky stretched before us, revealing a tapestry of stars, a sight rarely se

Nathaniel, Karyn, and Chloé did not understand why Felicia had not yet arrived after all this time. The two kings and the agora began to get impatient. If the moon passed its center without the dance being performed, they would have failed. Nathaniel was called before everyone. He walked to the middle of the courtyard. He wore dark pants and was barefoot. His chest was bare, and his arms, wrists, and neck were covered in cowrie shell necklaces. "So, young wolf! We are starting to get impatient. Where is your sweetie, our future Primera? Has she finally betrayed you? The hallmark of witches," he said sarcastically.