Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

a fucken Mafian boss! I gave a sarcastic smile. "Sure was" I said. Just as I turned around to return back to the kitchen....the emperor himself walked downstairs. He had on him a black shirt and matching shorts. His hair fell to his sides dropping at his shoulders. Airpods attached to his ear. He just stood there for some seconds staring at us, one brow up. "First of all, what are you wearing?" he asked me. I looked down on my self and admired my cute legs on the cute shirt.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

He motioned to the cushioned chair across from his office table. She obediently followed without a word, and she took the seat. Icen sat on his throne like a king. He then gave her his full attention but said nothing. As he stared at her, she felt a sudden jolt of unease. “I believe I haven't formally introduced myself.” He began. “I'm Icen Clayton Blackstone, and I'm the chief executive officer of Phoenix Empire.” He introduced himself as if it was their first-time meeting. When he extended his hand, she took it. “I'm Ember Heart. Nice meeting you, Mr. Blackstone.” Ember introduced herself too.

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

It clicks with a solidifying sound ss if for the last time. I step back to look up at the painting. The first emperor looks down at me with his usual scowl. However, his expression seems to be less judgy. More like he was saddened by something. Or at least it looked that way. I counter and turn, rubbing my cheeks dry, and take in a breath. “I shouldn’t be wasting time like this.” I straighten my shawl. “I’ve got much to do.” And I return to my table. “I can't slack off.” I pull up the book I was just reading. “An Empress must stay busy, after all”

It looked really nice. "Please do well to treat Astris with the utmost care and respect. She is warm and will answer any questions you have." Mother turned to shake her vine hand. I felt someone come up behind me. "You're late." I muttered to Cedric. "Sorry, babe. I got distracted." He whispered. "It won't happen again." "Good. An Emperor is never late." "Yeah, I know. Can a future Emperor still get the future Empress on her knees?"

Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none of it. Evander Martins. She recognized him. Everyone in the country knew that face. He was the Emperor of Martins Corporation, a man whose family wealth could purchase small nations. He was also a man rumoured to be as cold-blooded as he was brilliant. Of all the rooms in this hotel, she thought wildly, I had to walk into his? Evander's gaze travelled slowly down the trail of her body. She wore a simple white silk dress, now wrinkled and damp from the rain she'd run through earlier. Her hair was a wild halo of dark curls. Her face was flushed with a deep, unnatural rose.

My eyes drifted up to the contact name and my hand began to shake. I had sent it to the wrong person. It wasn't my best friend. It was the Little Emperor who was currently away on a business trip. My boss, Michael Vance. Rumor had it that the Little Emperor was terrifyingly fierce when scolding people. He possessed a face that could easily command a six-figure price tag if he chose to model, yet he wore a permanent cold scowl every single day. He looked as if the entire world owed him a slap across the face. Even before meeting him in person, I had heard plenty about his glorious exploits.