Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

Just a hollow, lifeless stillness. At that moment, the phone on the table lit up. A new headline flashed across the screen. [Isabella Costa, heir to the Costa family, will be engaged to Matteo De Luca next month.] Below it was a photo. In the picture, I stood in front of a massive floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a sharp black suit, calmly overlooking the city. Matteo stood beside me, his tall figure radiating absolute protection. Vincent stared at my eyes in the photo.

Meanwhile, at the airport, a silver Rizmo was parked near the entrance. Alexander stepped out, holding a welcome banner. His best friend, Chris, leaned casually against the car, shielding his eyes from the sun. Chris chuckled. “Wow. The pampered prince actually came out in this heat?” Alexander rolled his eyes. “Stop teasing.” Chris smirked. “You even lied to your wife about working overtime. Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to admit you’re picking up your first love?” Alexander’s expression stiffened slightly. “Nonsense. It’s just business.”

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

But right now, I don't need this. I step out of our chambers and round the corner. But I stop dead. Leaning casually against the polished marble wall, directly outside the corridor leading to my chamber, is the Emperor. He straightens, pushing off the wall with an easy grace, his dark eyes fixed entirely on me. He looks magnificent, dressed in a black fit that contrasts sharply with his pale skin. Sometimes I think he dresses up just to attract attention. Was he waiting for me? Did he hear my conversation with Tedmold? The thought sends a flush of heat up my neck.

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

"I must admit, I have never seen such a handsome personal guard. No offense, Junayd." Junayd gave a conspiratorial grin. "None taken, Your Majesty. I was just saying yesterday that His Majesty is the most handsome man to ever grace this world." The Empress burst out laughing. "Why did you feel the need to pay such a compliment?" Devrim glared at the soldier, who fiegned ignorance. "Ignore him, Junayd is just sleep deprived. Get some rest before you say something else you regret, my friend." The Emperor patted his hand firmly on the general's shoulder twice before pushing him gently.

Another said. “And you think that I don’t know that.” I questioned softly. “All my life, the empire ruled me, it made me suffer, and it tormented me. Then I got a reprieve, Orel became my safe haven, he wanted me to put everything else second to the empire. So commander, I am well aware of decisions I will have to make, even if my safe haven never comes back. And I make those decisions not because I want to or that I like them but because it would have been what Orel would have done. What he had wanted and it will be because I want to follow his wishes no matter how hard that is for me.” I finished feeling emotional.

Then Sonic, Shadow, Birdie (Boscage Maze), Maria Robotnik and I slept around the campfire. Back at Shattered Inkopolis, Emperor was on top of the Shattered Tokyo Tower. He turned to left to see a female inkling alive and sleeping. Back from the dead. Her name, was Maeka. “Inkcanius and I didn’t have the best time, interacting with our so-called friends after the fallout of the mention controversy. But it doesn’t hurt to try.” said Emperor sitting on the ground looking over the entire area of Shattered Inkopolis. Maeka slowly wakes up and looked herself shocked that she was back in the realm of the living, she then sees Emperor getting up “Although Inkcanius and I vowed not to see our friends

Samudra: "Yes I have refrained from indulging in women, alcohol and performing arts. That is because I took the reigns of this great kingdom when I was very young. An age when I could have been easily lead astray. I had taken a vow that I will ensure I always will perform my duty as the Emperor. And I saw these indulgences as an impediment. With none to guide me, none to scold me when I did something wrong, I had to be my own parent, philosopher and guide. I didn't realise how daunting it was until I spent those three careless days with you." Tanisi: "Its a burden on my conscience that I lead a great Emperor astray. I am not from a Royal family. Not even from this time. I know nothing about