What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

“This one hurts less.” A few servants standing along the wall quickly lowered their heads, pretending they hadn’t heard the exchange. One of them was very clearly trying not to smile. Valerian waited until the room settled again before speaking. “The fact that all of you find this amusing explains why young nobles rarely take their education seriously.” His voice became firmer. “Prince Aziel, tell me something.” I straightened slightly. “What is the largest trading port in the Iron Fang Empire?” “Uh. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Conrad wiped sweat from his jaw. “And every time it’s true.” I rolled my shoulders again, grabbing the towel hanging over the fence and dragging it across my face. The silence lasted for a few seconds. Then Caleb spoke. “So.” I knew what was coming. “Bastian.” The name alone made my muscles tighten again. Conrad spat into the dirt. “That bastard walking into the coronation like he owned the place…” “He wanted a reaction,” I said. Caleb nodded slowly. “And he got one.” “He always does.”

"Mama? Why is your heart so loud?" The "Face-Slap" was no longer against a rival or an empress; it was against fate itself. Elena stood up, her eyes turning a solid, brilliant sapphire. She wasn't the Shadow Empress. She was a mother who was about to declare war on biology. "We aren't going to Geneva," Elena announced, her voice echoing with a new, terrifying authority. "And we aren't going to the North Sea." "Then where?" Alexander asked, standing beside her, his hand finding hers.

Hellena’s eyes shot to me, and they were pure venom. For the life of me, I could never understand what I had done to deserve that look. "Mother, since Lilith isn’t welcome here, I’ll be leaving for my estate. I have no intention of returning," Bastian said, his voice calm but final. Further color drained from Hellena’s face, and at this rate, she was starting to look like a ghost, or at least how I imagined a ghost would look. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing at the absurdity of it all. I could only hold in so much.

And even then, he could almost hear her muted words in the gesture. The love she still held for him. Even now. Even as he… “I’m…going to name her Anastasia,” She pressed her palm over the rump, her voice quiet, despite the horses, the activity around them. As if there was still one last anchor for her to latch onto when everything else had to drop away. Her shoulders stayed squared because people were watching. Her sister and her husband, their young son, Mykhol, the Celbests, and other great houses. Because she was still an Empress even as she was leaving the only place she’d ever been allowed to call home.

The maid and servant around her stepped back in fear of getting the brunt of her anger. The butler beside her wiped the cold sweat on his head before confirming his words, “That...that is what our people are saying, My Empress.” Lamia’s face frowned even more, “Presumptuous! How could the daughter of our enemy become his mate?” At the side, Mateo’s father, Emperor Niphone Katsaros, frowned when he heard this news. He knows how long his son has been waiting for his mate to appear by his side. But, how...why?