Daughter Of The Emperor Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

His lip cut open as his jaw was also broken. "Petty squabbles .. you speak without thinking." Melinda said. "My husband wishes to kill those who threatened the Empire, and yet you get in the way." "Daughter.. this is not the time." 1st Emperor tried to gain control of the situation. But it was not to be. aware that even though he was restored, his daughter had surpassed him in power.

one of the men said spitefully. Chloe stared at her food in anger. Was this why she had been called here? So, she would be humiliated by this people? It was so damn annoying and she hated it so much. She wanted to leave this place so bad. “My daughter was born to be a queen. I’m sad that she has to be at home right now, and not in her rightful place, planning to be the future Luna of our pack. But, it is what it is. The young lady who was put in the line is insulting out boy so much, and I can’t stand how disgusting it all is. I hate this so much,” Emily’s father said.

The warmth of his touch felt so real that her thoughts unconsciously drifted back to that night. The night when she and Killian had completely lost control with each other. Roxanne quickly closed her eyes for a brief moment. She should not have been thinking about that right now. Yet as the days passed, the memories of that night only became clearer in her mind. The Emperor’s voice brought Roxanne back to reality. “She is my first daughter.” Roxanne slowly turned to look at her father. The Emperor returned her gaze for several moments before speaking again, his voice quieter but firm.

And damn it, I feel like I’m failing. They reach me. Her father’s hand is steady on her arm, though his shoulders are stiff, carrying a weight he doesn’t trust me with. His gaze locks on mine before he says anything. “Dante.” His voice is calm but firm. "Signore Hart." My tone is polite. The crowd is watching. For a beat, he doesn’t let go. He studies me, measuring. It grates on my nerves. “This is my daughter,” he says slowly, as if I don’t already know. “My only daughter. You’ll take care of her.”

Their breaths were caught as the Black Emperor knelt before a woman. "Who is she?" "I heard she's the daughter of Duke Gree, but wasn't she sickly and had a child out of wedlock?" Question after question rolled in hushed tones, too afraid to voice out loud who the woman now offering her hand to the Black Emperor was. One wrong answer, and their heads might roll before they get a chance to find out.

The Emperor of course knows his son better than anyone else , that sly old dog . Now , Lord Kaisen was torn between letting Rogue to meet and start pursuing Chelsea, as The Emperor 's old friend , he knew how possesive and stubborn his friend could be having witness the Emperor 's pursuit of chasing the Empress. And the apple didn't falls far from the tree , as the Emperor's only son it will be surprising if Rogue didn't pursue his daughter like a bat out of hell . If he allows Rogue to pursue Chelsea , he didn't had to worry about Chelsea never coming back to her family and she wouldn't be becoming a Guardian Knight not that he had a choice having promised not to interfere or stop Rogue i

I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Viktor’s, facing the crowd of people who came today. I could make out August Halifax’s mop of red hair, stylishly parted to the side. A smile formed on his face as we locked eyes, his Dad standing by his side. I wasn’t surprised to see Annalise Halifax missing, August had her on a tight leash after what had happened. August had kept in touch, giving me detailed updates on everything happening in his Kingdom. He was finally able to take the throne, his Dad proud at his side. “As kindhearted, brave, and strong as her Mother.” Dad continued, making my heart flutter from the praise. “My daughter will usher in a new era as the first Alpha Queen.”

"The Cadwell family has always been loyal." "Your Majesty is too kind." I kept my head lowered. "Theo… Adrian, His Highness is my son. Protecting him was my duty." The old Emperor's eyes flickered with surprise. "Your son?" Adrian suddenly said, "Grandfather, she is my mother." His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm. The old Emperor was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled. There was a trace of bitterness in it. "Good. Very good. The fact that you feel this way brings me comfort."

"I don't know the truth of twenty years ago, Elena. But I know the truth of today. I am here. I am bleeding with you. And I will burn the world down to keep you safe—even if I have to burn my own father’s legacy to do it." In the distance, the gala music continued to play, a jaunty, upbeat tune that felt like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding in the heart of the Spire. The Empress had her crown, and she had her King, but the foundation of her empire was made of ash and lies. Elena stood up, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her blood-stained hand. The "Ice Queen" was gone. In her place was a woman who had nothing left to lose but her son.

The Vulture crumpled, the laughter dying in his throat, replaced by a strangled cry as his gun clattered away. “Don’t test me,” Emilia said, stepping closer. “You thought I wasn’t capable of leading. That I was just a girl to sell, to use, to control. Well, you were right about one thing.” He glared up at her, blood seeping through his pant leg. “I was your daughter,” she said. “Now I’m your reckoning.” Outside, the men she brought flooded the grounds, finishing what she started. Engines roared as armored trucks crushed through the gates. Fire spread through the gardens, turning the manicured beauty into a battlefield.