Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

This time the Emperor turn around to look at her, he was pouting, "But I want to give you something. Something that both of us won't forgot. A thing that won't be easily to be forgotten." "What's up with you, Your Majesty. It feels like you're trying to say something but you're holding back."She said. He sighed, "Nothing much really. I was maybe feeling something off that even I— an Emperor who was having hard time dealing with his self, trying to understand his own mind and heart."

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”

“Seduce you? With me in the next room? Bold.” I walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. “She does not understand. No one does.” He looked up at me. “Understand what?” I reached out and cupped his face with one hand. “That I cannot stop thinking about you. That every time you are near me, the rest of the world fades. That I would burn this empire to the ground before I let anyone take you from me.” Aziel’s eyes widened slightly. Then that quirky smile returned. “Careful, Emperor. You are starting to sound obsessed.”

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

Alexander and I remained, with a few staff nearby attending to their duties. He wiped his hand slowly and stood with assistance from his cane. “Isabella, walk with me.” Immediately, my heart skipped. “Yes, sir.” I rose at once. Slowly, we walked through the back hallway toward the garden. His pace was slow, but no one dared rush him. I walked beside him quietly and cautiously. The morning air outside was cool on my skin. We moved along the stone path in silence for a while before he finally spoke. “Isabella, do you know why empires fall and families fail?”

“Are you really telling me you don’t want to be with me?” I’m tempted to laugh. “We have never been together. You’re the one who really hammered that point home recently.” “And you can’t just be happy with this stage of our association?” Emeric narrows his eyes, looking at me like I’m a problem he can’t figure out. “What stage is that? I’m no longer your secretary, but still your whore?” He doesn’t answer. Just keeps staring at me critically. His silence tells me a lot.

I was at a loss for words with what he just said. It was not because Julian had indeed probably sold me to him but the fact that he actually had the audacity to place a cheap value on me. As an immortal, no amount of human money or wealth could ever buy me. The shamelessness of this man was astonishingly annoying. He may be a man whose good looks could turn the heads of women and whose voice could make them obey whatever he said, but it was not even enough for me to be happy with.

They both returned to the kitchen as I looked back at my laptop. But something caught my eyes, this is an article about the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia. Many say that the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia is currently finding his soon-to-be Empress. These were the things written. In our world, when the leader grows up, he has to find a wife before he turns 21. If he doesn't do this, he will lose his position. I don't know that man but I know that he is a strong and wise leader. I rarely compliment people but he deserves it anyway since we are currently both on the top 1.