Undercover Empress Novels & Stories

I took off my glasses and parked my hair up in a bun so the wig could fit perfectly on my head. After I got ready in my undercover outfit as a waitress, I went into the bar and served other people while keeping my eyes at the entrance so I can be alerted when she enters the bar. I waited for over fourty minutes before I saw a middle aged woman walk into the bar matching the photos I saw and a smile made its way to my lips. She took a seat at one of the high rise tables while some another waitress attended to her, I prepared a drink for her and added a little something to it to make my work easier.

There was no one inside, not even any guards or servants. “Welcome back, Lady Himawari.” Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty chamber. I looked around hoping to see where the voice came from. From behind his majesty’s throne, I saw the Empress step out. He had a nasty smile on her face and she was wearing the Emperor’s cape. I tried to stay calm, I need to make it seem like I don’t know what’s happening. “Greetings, your majesty.” I said while lowering my head. I was pretending to be oblivious, I knew the Empress had a lot of soldiers surrounding the area. I couldn’t act like I knew what was happening or else I’d be in trouble.

"I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress." A heavy quiet fell in the room. Lord Valerius’s eyebrows went up a little, a hint of surprise in his usually calm face. General Thorne stayed still, his trained mind probably already figuring out the political effects, how people might react. "Your Majesty?" Lord Valerius finally asked, his tone careful. "An Empress? Forgive me, Sire, but who is this… person? We thought you were rescued by a regular person, someone living alone in the woods."

"And I am telling you to drop it. It is a business decision." "No, it isn't!" Emily yelled, her face turning red with frustration. "This isn't a business decision, this is a cover-up! ... oh god. You're protecting him, aren't you? You married his son, and now you are turning into just another elite snake hiding the family's dirty laundry!" "Watch your mouth, Emily," I snapped, standing up from my chair. "You are an investigative reporter but you are still under me. You do not talk back to your boss this way."

What they didn't know was that I had handed the seal to Harry with my own hands. The empress, Bella Barrett, had always felt guilty about not giving Harry the position of empress consort. She kept nitpicking and dropping hints that I should pass the royal seal to someone more deserving. If this had happened in the past, I definitely would have fought her on it. "How can there be an empress consort without a royal seal? You're deliberately trying to humiliate me!" But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief.

ASTRID “My name is Noah Wolfclaw and I am an Alpha prince. I am twenty-one years old and also an undercover spy,” Noah began. I listened carefully as Noah told me everything that I needed to hear. The truth about him and who he was. He started by making sure we ate first as he said he didn’t want me to eat along the way. I was surprised and not surprised at the same by his reveal. From the first time I woke up in that house he took me to after he rescued me, I should have suspected from there but I didn’t dwell much on it.

Her long hair was neatly coiffed, dressed in an elegant white suit and standing tall on a stage with the logo of the Royal Empress Corporation—a mysterious global corporation that had been secretly controlling the fashion, technology, and investment markets. "What the hell...?" whispered Damian. Live from New York The reporters were crammed in. The camera flashes didn't stop. Elena stood confidently in the crowd, flanked by two bodyguards. Her voice was clear, calm, and every sentence seemed carefully calculated. "Good morning, everyone. Today, I'd like to introduce who I really am. My name is Elena Whitmore—or better known to the international business world as Queen Elisabeth, owner of the

I had to escape before the spell Axel had cast over me became impossible to break. As I cleared the empty plates from table six, I felt the outline of a small device in my apron pocket. Panicking, I remembered the microchips I'd been tasked with planting in Axel's mansion. My heart raced as I realized I had never pressed the tiny button to activate them. "Fuck!" I blurted out, my voice louder than I intended. The cafe fell silent, every eye turning to stare at me. Emily's mouth dropped open in shock while my boss's face darkened like an approaching storm.

​"I won't be late, Father." ​The elevator dings. ​The lobby is full of light. ​I walk out. ​I see the cameras. The flashes. ​Arthur puts an arm around my shoulder. He’s heavy. ​"She’s home," he tells the reporters. ​I don't smile. I don't look at the lenses. ​I look at the floor. ​I am Isabella Vane. ​I am the survivor. ​And I am the end of this empire. ​Decision made.