El Regreso Del Emperador Novels & Stories

Andrea left the office with her pulse hammering and a strange, exhilarating calm settling over her. She had just handed Destiny’s empire to its most dangerous rival. And she couldn’t wait to watch it burn.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

This hymn had existed since Thetia had been elected Head of the community that she managed to build upon what is now her Empire. - "Thetians, people of the Empire of Thetia. If on this evening of June 24, 2019 I have decided to make this speech, it is to discuss several points with you. The future of the whole Empire is at stake. For several years now, the Empresses who preceded me have tried to do what I am about to do, in vain. They were either disrupted by a crisis, a war, or other projects to improve the Empire. My reason for doing this, is so that the next generation will have a better future, so that my daughter Rila can reign in a better environment with greater opportunities for ever

“Please don't worry, Your Majesty. It appears that fate has finally returned to our side. Not only have His Highness Emilio's wounds completely healed, but His Highness also doesn't seem to have suffered any side effects from his long sleep.” Emilio stared at the two people discussing in front of him without any expression. Last time, Emilio was completely convinced that he died at the hands of the Orvel King, who harbored hatred for him after Princess Elle's death. But when he opened his eyes again, he returned to a time when the people he killed were still alive and well. Slowly, his gaze dropped to his hands, before he suddenly burst into laughter. The previously happy people started to f

she gasped, turning to him, "Sebastian, it's me." Sebastian's eyes rested on her and he smiled, "my love, we meet again." "Mother!" She exclaimed in glee, turning around but Lydia was gone. * Lucius groaned, writhing in pain. His soldiers surrounded him, all with guns pointed at him. Another emperor had been compromised. "Put down your guns! Put it down, you infidel soldiers! I command you ti out it down!" He shouted. "Get me help! Can't you see I'm dieing!"

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

) As I was being crowned Empress, my heart was racing so fast from exhilaration. The new Empress of this trash-like Empire. By the help of Theodore, Ethan and Edgar, Azazel... and Olivier. (Do you see, Olivier? Azazel and I became the ruler of this Empire. I'm sure you're really proud over there.) As I regained my footing, I confidently smiled and turned to face the applauding masses. (That bastard of an Emperor.... I'll show how much pain you caused me in my past life.) (This is the best form of retaliation I could hope for.)

“I don’t know when will I return back, so I ask for all of you to keep this in mind.” The emperor passed his glance to all the people present—which are Izfar, Raon, Horan, Rukaiya, Madam Ruzka, and a couple of dozen high ranked soldiers—before he resumed his words. “If time went by and I still didn’t return, and if by that time, my Sol arrived at Ishtiya’, please treat him well. Thank you.” The people fell silent. Some of them showed an apparent puzzled expression on their faces, while some who knew about Oberon’s Sol, obediently heed to his orders.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

“I'm here because I've heard things. Rumors. And I want to know if you're as involved as they say.” I raised my eyebrows, unimpressed. “You know, I don't entertain loose talks.” “Not just loose talks, Luciano. This is bigger,” he replied, crossing his legs and his voice a bit lighter. “They are saying that the emperor's allies are coming out of hiding. There's talk of a plan, of a comeback, And you,” he raised his brows and pointed a finger at me, “And you might be tangled up with it.”