Novel & Cerita Empress Rey

88 COLD PALACE "Your Majesty! Second Miss is here!" Lulu shouted in glee, waking up Empress Park who's lazily lying on the hard bed. Empress Park opened her sunken eyes, looked around the room and once again she dreamed to leave in this hell cold place. In the past two months of being detained here in Cold Palace, Empress Park's previous spoiled and bratty demeanor were gone and replaced by an utterly ugly and dry appearance. Her once beautiful and tantalizing eyes has sunken, her once rosy cheeks turns extra pale, there's no nutritions at all, everyday she's forced to gnaw an overly hard buns and some beef jerky.

Tsarayu looked around trying to find the monster Emperor he saw standing at the corner of the battlefield since the beginning, but he couldn't find him anywhere. "Where is he?" Tsarayu looked at Queen Mia, who was standing there in a daze watching the dead monster Emperor Taras. She couldn't believe that one of the most terrifying existence of their world was killed so easily by Tsarayu. She came out of daze as she heard Tsarayu's voice before turning to him. "Where is that ugly monster who was standing there?" Tsarayu asked as he pointed towards a specific direction. Queen Mia looked in that direction and was stunned to see that it was the spot where Monster Emperor Shentia was standing. Sh

, he said in a serious tone. Reyona laughed as they stepped out into the cool air. “I am sure you will fall in love with him soon. Then maybe you will be the one fighting Allysyn for his attention.” “Not if he goes about making those sounds whenever I touch my wife.” He said with mock firmness. Reyona's response died in her throat when she saw light coming a few distances from where they were. Just close to the maze was the oasis. A perfect replica of the one she had in Sydney that one could almost imagine that someone had magically picked the one in Sydney and dropped it right there on the estate.

At least he couldn't carry the hatred for her for years. But then again, who could be the person doing this? Tharros wondered. Before Nyxoria could ask what was wrong, a guard, a werewolf, walked into the garden and knelt down before them. “My Emperor, High King Vyr has sent the Empress’s personal maid to help her around and cook for her. She’s waiting in the throne room. She said her name is Mary.” Tharros leaned back in his chair, his face unreadable. “You can go. I’ll ask my bride if she knows her.”

he whispered, frozen. The same woman in the emerald gown now cleaned and re-pinned, adjusted the mic and offered a deadly sweet smile. “Hi. I’m Reina Takahashi. CEO of Valkyrie Dynamics in Tokyo. Imani’s best friend for thirteen years. Yes, the Imani that none of you deserve and all of you should bow to because she’s radiant and a goddess among mortals.” There was scattered laughter. Enzo, however, had gone pale. Julian elbowed him. “Something wrong?”

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.

I had always lived in the shadow of the ancient forest, hidden away in the crumbling temple the Moon Goddess herself had gifted me the day I drew breath. She shaped me with silver moonlight and forbidden starfire—soft breasts, wide hips, a delicate face that blushed at the slightest attention… and between my thighs, a thick, heavy giant cock and a tight pussy that no one in the village had ever seen. I was a virgin in every way that mattered. The secret stayed locked beneath long gowns and layers of careful composure. Shy, quiet Raya. The modest healer who spoke little and never let anyone too close.

The world was grounded. I am Elena Reyes. I started this journey as a secretary in a blood-red suit, armed with nothing but a high-speed processor and a stubborn heart. I ends it as the High Priestess of a global order, the partner of a King, and the woman who finally proved that even the wildest beast can be brought to heel by the right auditor. The ledger is closed. The audit is complete. And for the first time in history, the Vane Empire is exactly where it belongs: in the hands of the woman who knew its value all along.

She increased it again, and he continued matching it without difficulty. Selene, now half jogging with physician texts in hand, looked spiritually detached from her body. By the time Halrem swept through the archway toward the palace terrace, three gardeners, two maids, and one elderly groundskeeper had witnessed the extraordinary sight of the Silver Empire’s empress attempting to outwalk the northern emperor while the northern emperor pursued her with the calm determination of a man on campaign. Halrem stopped at the terrace stairs and rounded on him. “This has become a hunt.”

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.