Novel & Cerita A Heart For The Emperor

She looks at the outstretched hand, meets his gaze, confused as to what he wants. The Emperor doesn’t say anything, his hand remains outstretched, his palm open wide. Kiara does the only thing that makes sense, she puts her hand in his. His palm is soft and warm, Kiara is tempted to pull away, before he notices the calluses on her palms, but the Emperor tightens his grip when he feels her begin to pull away. He runs his thumb over the dimples at the back of her hand. The action confuses Kiara, she looks from her hand to the Emperor, but sees his head is lowered and is attention is solely fixed on her hand.

Even though many called this man a criminal, she knew what his heart was really like. "I love you even though this world hates you!" said the female demon, sincerely loving the man. If a demon truly loves one person, then that demon will only care about that person. She will never betray the one she loves, no matter what fate that person may face in the future. "Well, I know that... sometimes don't mention it too often, I'm a little..." the evil emperor was a little embarrassed by his wife's words. After all, he was also a man, and when a woman expressed her love for him so sincerely, his heart would beat faster than usual. Seeing her husband's red face made the woman even more interested, a

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 15: INDESCRIBABLE EMOTIONS Leen was confused about what happened inside but she had no right to ask, thus she stayed silent. Despite the fact that even the Empress said that the Emperor was a scary person, the Empress had a bright smile on her face. It was seemingly the exact opposite of what the Empress told. Leen looked back and shrugged her shoulders. It seemed that even the Emperor couldn’t handle the Empress’s cuteness and had fallen for her at first sight.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”

Even with that, Emery got everyone’s eyes on her as she faced the emperor who was still standing right before his throne. She then fumbled around her waist, looking for something until she felt the circular shape on her side. She fished it out as a smile was drawn on her lips. The silver ring that had an emery gem on it may not be an expensive one, however, it symbolized Emery’s heart. She held it in between her fingers before kneeling on one knee and outstretching her hand towards the emperor. “Your Imperial Highness!” she called, her voice ringing out in the stadium. “Take this heart of mine and spend the rest of your life as my husband!”

When she opened her eyes again, she found that the hairpin had stabbed the Emperor’s hand. “Why?” She had always been indifferent, but she was a little touched at that moment. “Because I love you!” The Emperor’s voice was low. Cathy suddenly raised her head and retreated step by step. Her voice became sharp, “But I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I have never loved you. Never!” The Emperor finally laughed, “You are finally touched because of me. I thought I would never touch you in my life.”

As the Emperor came close ; Chelsea saw his face was working furiously , he looked nowhere jolly and the kind hearted Emperor she had known , instead his face was blotchy with purple spots making him look like a bad black current ice cream . " CLOVERS! " he roared and Chelsea along with her family had to take two steps back as spit was flying from the Emperor 's mouth as he spoke in fury " Clover! I thought I knew him - what I haven't done for that family ! Helped them run away away from Cannibals in war and settled them in here and this is what they returned to me ??,!"

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

I whispered, phrasing my words to hide my real intentions of keeping her hostage and unable to contact anyone for help till the case is successfully resolved. I always trust my gut feelings, I'm rarely wrong. And this Erica of a girl keeps rubbing me the wrong way. She's nothing like the girl we met at the alpha king's ball, her eyes seem overly gentle but hiding bitterness and hatred beneath. Almost as if she had a blood feud with Richard. I have caught her looking at him like that a few times in the past, but the emperor doesn't seem to notice. It makes me wonder if she gave him a love potion. The emperor had this unique ability of being able to tell when someone had bad intentions for him