The Remarried Empress Navier Novels & Stories

Real warriors were probably more of a challenge and that terrified the Empress. Christine, though, trained her ruthlessly. The envoy was also trained. She worked with the men of the vessel. Since she was widowed, she could interact with males. She was far more deadly with her own staff, causing significant damage to the First Commander. She was shocked when she nearly cut off his arm and he laughed. The vessel doctor fixed him easily and the Envoy felt incredibly guilty for her attack. The doctor explained that the First Commander was a hardened war vet, seeing and feeling numerous injuries.

Thetia smiled naively. "Your sister, Jane, has just revealed in the Emperor's court that Andrew was your lover. You are now both wanted by the Imperial Guard," I explained, but Thetia did not seem to take this news seriously. "What you don't know is that the Emperor has just announced that you will become the next Empress of Edios. You are the bride of the Crown Prince". The couple were stunned. Thetia did not want to marry Harlan VII, he was merely a friend and her cousin, not to mention a friend. She refused to marry anyone in her family, even though current society tolerates it.

' she queried inwardly. "Yeah?" Princess Carlotta nodded looking at her weirdly as Ginevra also raised her head looking at the lady in their front. "Who are you?" Ginevra quizzed. 'Both of them really have a voice with strong power but it must definitely be the snub. Yeah, she must be the Princess.' The young lady ascertained inwardly. "I'm Nivea, the second wife of the Salvador's, My Princess." She introduced as she bowed at Ginevra who only chuckled and looked at princess Carlotta. Princess Carlotta on the other hand wanted to laugh out loud but only chuckled, anyways.

It seemed that his majesty preferred going into the water dressed like a fashionable woman at a ball. Reive could hardly hide a smirk. “Have you ever met my beautiful companions?” His Majesty continued. “Let me introduce Marquise Ilse Rande, Countess Laura Lanthar and, of course, dear Duchess Charlie Billefort.” The last lady turned out to be the very wet woman with her breasts protruding. She was smiling happily, fanning her face and casting hot looks at Gerhard. “Nice to meet you,” the necromancer made a bow. “Reive Eridanus and my fiancée Angelina Vallebour.”

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

He told that he loved Lixien but the love he gave was tormenting and traumatizing for Lixien. She also suffered from coma and illness as she was recuperating at that time. “Haa… their lives are complicated enough. So twisted.” Rin uttered with a deep sigh. He couldn’t believe that the person Vai hated the most would end up marrying his daughter. Although no one had a choice, it was also hilarious. Rin almost laughed out loud when he heard a noise coming from nearby. He turned his head and saw incredibly black hair, from someone he must bow to pay respects every time he encountered her; the Empress is here.

she shouted. Naveen went quiet and looked at Miral. "Listen very carefully to me. First, I do not love you, so I am not obliged to marry you and second, I do not see you as my partner. You're just not worth it," she gritted. Naveen was shocked as well as he was fuming in anger, but he chose to stay quiet for that moment. "And the most important fact. I am already married. I am Mrs Miral Shekhawat, wife of Aditya Singh Shekhawat and I would like to stay like that only. So, there's no question to marry you, Naveen," she announced.

She wore ripped jeans and a silk camisole, hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, but the energy coming off her could’ve powered half of Manhattan. She shoved a flute of champagne into my hand. Bubbles raced up the glass like tiny fireworks. “To freedom,” she said, clinking her glass against mine so hard I thought it might crack. “And to the bitch who finally stopped apologizing for breathing.” I took a long sip. The cold fizz burned down my throat in the best way. “I signed the papers,” I said. “I know. Theo texted me screenshots of the headlines. ‘Heiress Dumps Billionaire in Dramatic Courthouse Showdown.’ Iconic.”

I told myself all sorts of excuses for why he hadn’t come straight to me. I rushed to the bathroom and changed into an extra dress I’d packed, smoothing my hair, trying to look perfect for him. This was it the moment I’d been waiting for all my life. But when I got there, my heart sank. There were people everywhere. Not an intimate setting. Not just the two of us. My smile faltered. And then I saw him. Before I could even take a step closer, his voice rang out across the space, loud and clear: “I, Darius Wolfe, reject you, Aria Val, as my mate and the Luna of this pack.”

Laura wore a pale blue silk dress that shimmered in the light, and Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at her like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Emily came with Ivan and little Mila, who had insisted on being the flower princess. She scattered rose petals down the aisle with more enthusiasm than accuracy, and no one had the heart to correct her. Especially not Emily, who laughed and cried in equal measure. And then there was me. Elle Marino. Soon to be Mrs. Elle Volkov. Bride. Survivor. Mother. Lover.