Undercover Empress Novels & Stories

I scoffed, of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. My name is Deane Maeve, an FBI agent and I am here on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the mafia. Zachary Stallion is the running head. On the outside he is known as a billionaire, founder of the Stallion company dealing in oil, metals and so on but that was just a cover up for the illegal business he is involved in while Mason Prince is his second in command and best friend. I have been working on this for a year now, with no lead and no way inside till I heard about the rumors that Zachary was gay and a frequent member of SLEKKYYS. !! A vip bar for strippers both male and female .

With all the sacrifices I made for him, I would never let him be happy in the arms of another woman! Emyr is my true Mate. Yes. And we keep it a secret from others. While Aster is the crowned Emperor, he is the people’s symbol of power and I have to convince him that the baby inside me is his until the time comes that he has no choice but to crown me as his Empress.

he whispered harshly in frustration, as he took in the number of audiences they had. He wanted to crawl under the earth and die. The situation was so embarrassing and realizing that his cheek was heating up at the incredulous stare April was giving him didn't help the matter. He was a man for the love of God, also a trained undercover cop, and yet he was allowing someone who he was to bring into custody to have so much influence over him.

one of the marshals asked. "No, but my brother is," Cheyne replied. "I'm sorry, Sir, only the cardholder is allowed to go up." Yohan nudged Cheyne aside and pulled out his gold card. Cheyne's eyes widened as he saw Yohan's card. Only elite figures and ultra-wealthy CEOs like his brother, Dylan Blanc-Rui, held those. It was a perk exclusive to Underground Triad Alliance members. Cheyne only had a silver card.

Emery shook her head as his grip tightened, but even then, he still did not believe her. “Try to ever escape from me and I will not hesitate to imprison you again.” He bent over and whispered, “Or worse… I will have your legs cut off.” After that conversation, Emery left the emperor's room and simply went back to work as if nothing happened. But deep inside her mind, she knew too well that she was totally fucked up. The possesiveness of Emperor Claus was something she did not want to deal with so even if she had to secretly meet up with Lady Serena, she would do it in order to leave the empire as soon as she finds out about the protectors with the panther symbol.

She didn’t even question her rude action. “Who are you?” “Shadow?” “No, not that…” She pronounced it deliberately. “Who. Are. You? The role in the Underworld.” “Ah! You mean my position?” Juviana blinked. “... okay. The emperor.” “The emperor?” Cocked brow. “It may sound ridiculous as the title was reserved for the male ruler that united the continent, however, circumstances happened so, I became the emperor. Mostly to hide my gender for my own comfort. No one except SQE and Outcast knew the existence of the emperor and even the gender.”

“Empress? Not from Gynem, right? Where the Wanix reside?” “Yes, from Gynem! I’m the current ruler!” I informed her. “Your mother is Empress Farina?” Nova asked in awe. “She is!” “Well I never thought I would be in the presence of an Empress again! This is such a delight! Let’s get you something more comfortable to wear, your Highness!” Oh I definitely like her! *** “Oh I simply can’t wear this!” I laughed, looking down at the two piece outfit on me. “Empresses can’t show their stomachs! It’s seen as unsavory! No matter how cute it is.”

Earlier that morning, she had stopped in to update the Empress on what she and Ivan had found, but the handmaiden Emery firmly stood her ground, chasing away any and all visitors, no matter how important they were. She was like a guard dog, really, the way she looked like she’d bite someone’s head off if they got even remotely close to the doors of Ursa’s apartment. Aisha had wanted to fight Emery on this, but she also knew how much Ivan had been stressing Ursa’s physical recovery from the chaos that occurred at the New Year’s Celebration, so Aisha slinked away back into the library quietly until lunch time, where she and Emery rehashed their earlier arguments. Inside the most heavily guarde

Emily transformed into a dazzling woman, bold with her short wavy hair brushed behind and a black glittering gown with a slit torn upwards from her thigh. I wore a long black silk gown with a red expensive shawl across my shoulders. The gown had thin-lined straps, with a V-shaped neck that exposed much of my porcelain skin. We marched ahead with expensive poise, our earphones connected to each other for communication, in search of a woman I had known as my mother—locked behind the Cop wealth, hidden for years. It was time to receive answers. We got into the venue. The huge mansion of Richard Cop was tall, wide, and glittering. I was lost in my gaze for a moment as we stood in front of the ho

"Tell me you want the monster." "I want the man," I whispered back, pulling him into a searing kiss. "And I’ll take the monster to keep him." We reached the penthouse as the first warrants were being served at Arthur’s hidden estate. The monitors in our living area were a chaotic blur of news cycles. CLAIRE EMPIRE COLLAPSES. MURDER CHARGES PENDING FOR FORMER CEO. THE "RED BOX" LEAKS REVEAL DECADES OF CORRUPTION.