Undercover Empress Novels & Stories

But those around him took notice. "That's the Empress!" A man in a black cloak whispered loudly. Another cloaked gentleman nearby also began to spread rumors of the Empress's presence. Before long, the entire courtyard was abuzz. Anna, who was posing as the Empress, was impressed by Gandr's performance. They had not even really needed the men to start the people talking, but Zan and Ezer were currently doing an excellent job fanning the flame. "The Empress is so kind to spend time among her people," Zan said to the older woman next to him.

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.

“That's my baby girl.” “I never asked how she was able to do it but ever since that day, I've always been sort of in awe of her. How she was able to give more than expected and also inject the right amount of emotion in a trade that usually dealt better without any. She was full of secrets and I wanted to know every single one of them but I was too chickenshit and buttoned-up to do anything about that. Until I met Butterfly. She was the most effervescent, beautiful person I had ever met and I thought if she was this wonderful under a mask she must be even more fucking amazing without it. And I was right. She turned out to be Alex.” Lucinda fiddled with her nails. “You really aren't mad she l

Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover. Either ways, it doesn't sound good. If he realises more about you, you could be in danger, or worst, he could hurt mum. She turned abruptly her look back to normal. Nonchalant. "What were we doing again? " She asked. "You were telling me how great a friend I am. " He said and she rolled her eyes. "You wish. We're not friends. Remember, I have a reputation to keep. " She said sitting back on the couch and trying her best to remain calm.

Even if the situation wasn't ideal, he would do this with class. He was stunned when she stood there a moment then grabbed the edges of her sweater and slowly drew it over her head. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her nicely rounded breasts cradled in the cups of a lacy purple bra. The dark nipples were temptingly visible through the cutouts in the lace.

Cristine was approached by the Light Saviors. Although Cristine's voice seemed calm, she was actually anxious. She said, "Thank you. You came just in time. You need to go soon so anyone can't see you. Leave no space for anyone to ask questions." It's the first time anyone has ever seen her with the Light Saviors. She doesn't want anyone to make assumptions. People occasionally have eyes that are too sensitive. They all spoke at the same time, "It's our duty, Empress." While roving her eyes around and asking cheekily, "By the way, Empress, do you want to tell them our identity?" Cloud could tell that Empress trusted the people around her, which is why she had the confidence to ask.

“He is here and is planning something but I cannot find him anywhere! Moreover, the Emperor and Empress are also up to no good. Especially the Empress. Tell my brother that she is not to be trusted. She is manipulating the Emperor and I am sure that she will try to meddle in the foreing affairs as well. The Empress is going to start a war if necessary to dispose of the Crown Prince. We must stop her at all costs!” “We did hear some disturbing rumors about the Morales family,” Timur nods. “Strange things have been happening lately and I am not here merely to attend a Ball. I have been living here for days.” “What do you mean?” “After you sent that message to your brother, he has been investig

To flee was to leave the most damning evidence in the hands of a desperate man heading straight for the spymaster’s net. And between them stood the living consequence of Kaelan’s past, a ghost who had just given them a chance she did not have to give. “We split up,” Althea said, the decision tearing at her. “You go to the Ironmarket. Use the back alleys. You know them. Stop Rourke. Recover the originals.” “And you?” Kaelan’s eyes were wild with protest. Althea straightened her black gown, a queen reassembling herself from shards. “I will face the Watch. I am the Empress, found in a warehouse, disturbed by an intruder. A story of courage and confusion. It will hold long enough for you to fini

As he left, he shot me a smug glance, then feigned another flare-up, his hands roaming freely over her body under the pretense of pain. The next afternoon, Tasha came back carrying a lunchbox. She walked over, crouched down beside me, and slowly began feeding me with a spoon. "Emily said you refused to eat. You haven't eaten for so long—you'll starve. Let me feed you." Catching the scent on her—one that belonged to Nick—I turned my head away. Emily's face twisted with anger. "You're unbelievable. Tasha is feeding you herself, and you're still being picky. Eat or don't eat—if you starve to death, that's on you!"

The screen moved to the next file. This one was different. Not a hotel lobby, not a payment trail, not another timestamped elevator shot. It was a cropped still from a private residence camera, redacted by attorneys but unmistakable in what mattered. On the nightstand behind Serena sat a framed wedding photograph. Callum Hale and his wife, Vivian Kane. Callum Hale. Real estate heir. Media darling. Husband to one of the most powerful women in Manhattan. And very much not Lucas Arden.