Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

"If an old senile like you could pique Firmament's jealousy, what makes you think I can't? What makes me inferior to you? It only took me three millennia to become an Immortal Emperor. Do you honestly believe you could've beaten my record?" "Old senile?!" Emperor Ao's eyes widened lividly with disbelief. With a face as fair as the whitest of precious jade, and a physique as lean and strong as stone, Emperor Ao had always prided himself in his features that had left many a hearts swooning. "How could I ever be described as 'Old senile'?! Are you blind, Chu Xun?!" he almost screamed out loud. "Where else could you find 'an old senile' as dashing as I am?" the monarch scoffed irately.

Carol gasped and so did the Grand Empress. “Em…Emperor!” Carol mumbled and was just about to faint, when Emperor stabilized her using a gust of his powers. “You…you were… how come you are alive and you look all healthy. I…I can’t believe it. My lady, what.. What…” Carol was having difficulty understanding and forming the words matching with that particular situation. Finding her baffled, the Emperor sighed and interjected, “I am dead. But here I am because of something important and now you know this too. I heard you saying that you are good at keeping secrets. Can you, Carol?”

Whatever had just happened was beyond speechless. Alex was also slightly shocked that Cedric was still on the phone with the Emperor. On the other hand, Cedric beckoned to Alex and said, “It’s a call from the Emperor. He’s looking for you.” “Looking for me?” Alex froze. In any case, the American Emperor was a big shot. In fact, from the perspective of godly cultivation, he was a supreme king with the blessings and luck and favor of Heaven. Mortals could only dream of persecuting him.

Empress Park snarled gritting her teeth. "His Majesty the Emperor arrives." a eunuch outside announces. "Leave me alone, let him see that I am miserable!" She push Lulu away and she even wrinkled her red brocade robe. The door was push open, a majestic man came in, his long hair flutters against the wind, his black robe with dragon embroidery moves with his body. He look like a deity. "Empress, I heard you are sick." Empress Park abruptly stood up, making her stumble a bit, she bowed gently, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.

"Hide me. Just for a moment." The man turned slowly. As the city light struck his face, Gabrielle's breath hitched. He was devastatingly handsome — sharp, angular features, a jawline carved from granite, and eyes like frozen obsidian. Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none of it. Ethan Shore. She recognized him. Everyone in the country knew that face. He was the Emperor of Shore 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.

“ ‘And I will sing of those who are happy, and of those who suffer. I will sing of good and of evil that remains hidden round about you. The little singing-bird flies far around, to the poor Fisherman, to the Peasant’s roof, to every one who dwells far away from you and from your Court. I love your heart more than your crown, and yet the crown has an air of sanctity about it; I come, I shall sing to you; but one thing you must promise me.’ “‘Every thing!’ said the Emperor; and he stood there in his imperial robes, which he had put on himself, and pressed the sword which was heavy with gold to his heart. “‘One thing I beg of you; tell no one that you have a little bird that tells you everythi

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.