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.

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

"Those guys are all jealous that I have such a sweet little fiancée. I'm afraid they'll steal you away." Back then, I believed him. I thought it was love. "Only then did I understand that when someone truly loved me, they couldn't wait to show me to the world." The hospital room door suddenly swung open. Vincent stood there, holding a velvet box in his hand. He smiled the same way he always did, as if everything was under his control. "Happy tenth anniversary, my little fiancée." He opened the box. Inside was an emerald necklace. "Do you like it? I personally selected the stone in Columbria."

He gave me a small nod and replied in a calm tone, “Lucien sent me.” “What?” “He said your braised ribs were good. He told me to come here to learn from you.” Huh?! The Dragon Emperor had come to my apartment to learn how to make braised ribs? Ten thousand questions started swirling around inside my head, but somehow, none of them made it out of my mouth. “In that case… come on in.” He stepped inside and changed into guest slippers by the door, which, frankly, raised even more questions in my mind about how a Dragon Emperor knew to change into guest slippers.

Meanwhile, at the airport, a silver Rizmo was parked near the entrance. Alexander stepped out, holding a welcome banner. His best friend, Chris, leaned casually against the car, shielding his eyes from the sun. Chris chuckled. “Wow. The pampered prince actually came out in this heat?” Alexander rolled his eyes. “Stop teasing.” Chris smirked. “You even lied to your wife about working overtime. Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to admit you’re picking up your first love?” Alexander’s expression stiffened slightly. “Nonsense. It’s just business.”

Walking beside Luca Bennett. Victor was going to enjoy this. Because every empire had a weakness. And Adriana Cole had just found hers.

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

But right now, I don't need this. I step out of our chambers and round the corner. But I stop dead. Leaning casually against the polished marble wall, directly outside the corridor leading to my chamber, is the Emperor. He straightens, pushing off the wall with an easy grace, his dark eyes fixed entirely on me. He looks magnificent, dressed in a black fit that contrasts sharply with his pale skin. Sometimes I think he dresses up just to attract attention. Was he waiting for me? Did he hear my conversation with Tedmold? The thought sends a flush of heat up my neck.