The Peerless Concubine Novels & Stories

“Here’s the thing. My new friend is a lover of art. So I came here today specifically to get one of Andrea‘s pottery pieces, but from my observation, this hall is empty .” “I’m sorry,” Duncan said with another polite nod. “My master hasn’t been in good health these past few years and has mostly retired.” He gestured toward the other artworks displayed along the walls. “These pieces are from my senior colleagues. They’re also fine, works and excellent for gifts.” Zaira's patience snapped. “Andrea's reputation is the major reason that brought us here!” “I hope that you're aware of who you're dealing with. The person who is standing before you is Cassandra Travers, who is an international super

The Head Maid, Theia greeted, and the other woman followed suit, As I took my seat, a little distance from the head maid, she spoke, “We were just talking about concubines since you have disclosed your wish not to indulge in childbirth.” Conc… what? Concubines?

she said quietly, her voice dropping to that dangerous whisper she used when discussing truly serious matters. Parisa was my father's favorite concubine and the mother of Harrion. She was like sweet, slow poison—beautiful, charming, and absolutely lethal when it came to palace politics. Parisa was the only concubine my father almost made official when she first arrived. The last concubine, Mekina, was more reserved, content to stay by herself, but she had remained childless, although whispers in the palace said it was her decision. "I am," I replied, rising up to take my leave before she could dig any deeper into territory I wasn't ready to explore, even with myself.

Some stepped forward to greet Polly and Rael, while others—especially the women—stayed back to gossip. Polly could hear the side comments, but she was not perturbed in the least. “The Luna looks very pleased,” one woman muttered with a scoff. “She’s only pretending,” another replied. “Three concubines, and not even a week married—who would be happy about that? If she doesn’t pretend to be happy, then it would be very pitiful.” Polly’s gaze landed on the woman speaking, and she shut her mouth immediately. Polly smiled and looked away from the trio.

Fear of death made her heart shiver. "I am all you have." His hot breath fanned over her frozen-cold face. "Sell your soul to me, Laylin." She looked back in disbelief at the devilishly handsome face through her tears. "Abdicate your title, leave your name, and be my concubine, I'll dissolve all charges against you." Whispering, he ran his finger smoothly on her plump lips. 'Concubine? A concubine when she was set to be his legal wife? He wanted her to live like a mistress! Was it so he could make her his wife...?'

I watched her reddened face all the while, until she muttered, "I'm done." I stared at her face for a few more seconds, before letting my eyes travel down her body. My cock sprung to life at once, and I had to clench my fists before I grabbed her and did anything stupid. Her whole body was perfect. Her tits; I already knew those tits would be my downfall. Creamy tits with hard pink nips as toppings, they weren't so big and were not small either, just perfect. Perfect tits for porn; Persephone had goddamn porn tits. And her waist? The slender waist led to lithe curves and a clean, shaved pussy and thick thighs. However, I was more interested in her pussy. It was not this bare when I touched i

"Emmeline, there's no need to dredge up the past. Seraphina didn't have a choice back then. "An unmarried woman with child... If anyone found out, it would've been a death sentence. You helped her. I haven't forgotten that. That's exactly why I'm offering you a proper place by my side now." A proper place? As a concubine? I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted iron. Then Mother laughed, low and quiet. "One of you was my betrothed, promised to me before we were even born. The other was my half-sister, the one I raised and looked after since she was small. And right before my wedding, the two of you gave me quite the surprise."

“If you embarrass me tonight, you’ll regret it.” So I lifted my chin now, let the cameras catch the shimmer of the massive pink diamond on my finger. A stone worth millions, a stone the world saw as the pinnacle of romance. To me, it was nothing but a shackle, heavy and suffocating. Another cage for me to be trapped in. I was nothing but a pawn in this game, a piece to be sacrificed for other’s benefit. I’d be first off the board if anyone had anything to say about it.

Several batches of young women entered the palace, and Jane's selections were very few. The other concubines became more and more certain that Queen Wendy was jealous. "From the Markel family—Rachel." At the mention of her name, all the concubines turned their attention to her, watching with heightened interest. They saw a young woman of graceful posture, wearing a colorful embroidered silk dress. Her delicate face resembled a rose, exuding a refreshing fragrance that filled the chamber, making the atmosphere feel light and pleasant.

Eventually, the police had no choice but to admit him to a psychiatric hospital. I learned about all of this while getting promoted twice at my new company, Apex Meridian Group. I bought a new home near the office and started dating someone new, Allison Pierce, a woman who didn’t care about my past. While planning our honeymoon, she suddenly asked, with a playful secrecy, what value a honeymoon held in my heart. I thought for a moment. "For someone you love, it’s priceless. For someone you don’t love, it costs a fortune." What would our honeymoon be worth?