Emperor And Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anamika thundered. Everyone froze, including Seraphina who was standing a few feet away. The image of the videos they’ve watched about their first Female Emperor, the story they’ve heard about her, and the image of her in their minds, all started rushing out in full force. Anamika spoke exactly how Emperor Dorothy used to. She was the First Emperor in the history of Hassride to ever use the royal pronouns. When asked why, her reply was:

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

I catch my breath and open my eyes to see Mei watching me with a sweet, concerned look on her face. “I’m okay,” I reassure her. She smiles, relaxing and gives me a happy nod. “You are now connected to us and we to you, my Emperor,” Qiang says with a respectful nod. I take Mei’s hand in mine as we raise our hands in the air looking around at our people as they clap and cheer, shouting praise to their new Empress and Emperor. “You did it,” I tell her, kissing the back of her hand. She smiles shaking her head, “We did it,” she corrects me. How can I not love this woman? My soulmate. My Empress. We’re in this together side by side, and nothing will ever come between us again.

Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field. Tech companies to Automobiles, Gaming to Jewellery companies. Its fierce roar could be heard in every corner of the vast business world. The king of the Jungle. She took her steps toward the Building. Her hands tucked in her pockets and her coat hung around her shoulders like a cape made her look majestic. Her every step made some employees feel agitated. She looked at them like a Monarch looking at her subjects. Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress.

It sent a shiver down him and from Eloy's expression, he was completely aware of the heat the other emperor was emitting. Eloy came then and his emperor swallowed his essence. Eloy sunk into his other emperor who was nuzzling him and pressing kisses everywhere. He was thankful, for these moments and for his two men. --------------

I stood taller. “You’d survive,” I said, voice light but threaded with the truth we both knew. “But the calendars would be chaos, the investors would revolt, and you’d probably forget to eat lunch again. Good thing I’m here to keep the empire—and its emperor—on track.” His dark eyes warmed, the kind of look that still made my pulse skip even after all this time. “Emperor, huh? Careful, Mrs. Blackwood. Keep talking like that and I might have to promote you to co-ruler.”

He looked strikingly similar to Joel. Emily furrowed her brows, reading the caption on the screen: "JOEL MANCHESTER, CEO OF EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION." Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it was still the same man and the same caption. Her mind raced, connecting all the dots: the bank accounts, the lavish lifestyle, the shopping spree. The man she was living with was indeed the CEO of Empire World Corporation. Everything suddenly made sense—the familiarity, the arrogance, and the inhuman aura he carried.

The overlord of the Indo Continent Royal family. The temple erupted in a roar. I now have the privilege of introducing the Gentlemen of the Land. When he was twenty-five years old, he was sworn in as Emperor of this Land. In the twenty-first century, he was a billionaire. Dr. Doris, his wife. Ladies and gentlemen, I present His Imperial Majesty Sir Justice Maclean, the current Emperor of the Indo-Pacific. Now we've gathered here to witness Professor Prince Justice Maclean's wedding with his twenty-eight gorgeous brides. Do you believe Prince is a pervert? All the females in this room have seen his star and have voluntarily agreed to serve Prince.

The current emperor wasn't him but he would always be the emperor in my head. Damn!

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.