Emperor And Me Novels & Stories

“Well, you see, I sort of run an empire around a large area with lots of men and women working for me and following my orders, so it is important I monitor my safety.” She tilted her head, a thousand questions crossing her face. “Does that make you a king?” “An emperor, but... yeah.” “What’s an emperor?” “An emperor is above the kings. The kings answer to the emperor, but there’s no one an emperor answers to.” She chuckled. “My uncle Matteo doesn’t look like he answers to anyone, so he’s an emperor, too, right?” “He is. You seem quite fond of your uncle.” “I am. He even—”

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.

I replied to blow up his fire of anger. "Liam, where are you?" He asked but his tone is abruptly changed. "Italy," I responded and thought but kept my words in my mind, "Welcome Dad. If you are behind this, you will be shot by your own son, whom you ordain and made the Emperor. "Liam..." "Dad," I sighed cutting him off and paused for a while. I continued, "Dad... You know me. Now, I'm the Emperor, so she is the Empress. And you know the punishment of harming the Empress. I will punish the person who is responsible for her state."

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

I was glad to be back in my secure and happy zone. Book Two: THE MAFIA EMPEROR will come soon!

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself. Wilbur fell silent. There might be people who envied the emperor's life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment. Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and move. This trapped all of him, body, and soul. Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass. Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again. The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.

How could anyone be so perfect? The Emperor was so enamored with his future Empress that, after a few unsuccessful attempts to gain his attention, Dion moved to block his view. "Your future Empress is trash-talking you in front of an audience. Aren't you going to say something? Don't you have any dignity?" He instigated with a tone that said he wanted to see their house burn up in flames. Zeonen coldly snorted. "Dignity? What dignity? As an Emperor, it's a matter of great pride for me to see my future Empress isn't afraid to tell me when I'm wrong."

The Emperor smiled and said nothing more. Soon, a man and woman walked toward them. It was James and Cynthia. The Emperor immediately stood up and opened his arms to hug James. “James, what a rare visitor!” James lifted his foot and kicked the Emperor as he said coldly, “Don’t put on an act. You know why I’m here.” The Emperor quickly dodged his kick and took a few steps backward. “What do you mean, James? I’ve no idea why you’ve come to see me,” the Emperor said with a puzzled expression.