Emperor Book Novels & Stories

‘I thought you did not like it? ‘I thought so at first, but when we’ve done it don’t know why but I felt accomplishment it was great having to work in the field.’ ‘I am glad you liked it, hopefully you will realize what I am trying to do here.’ The young Emperor said as he read the book that he took from his room. ‘I’m always amazed by what you do, Your Majesty.’ ‘How come?’ the young man asked his butler, not taking his eyes off from the book he is reading.

Only then, the maidservant suddenly opened her mouth wide while giving her some signal to follow her. “To make sure you drank all of it,” she said. To satisfy her, Emery opened her mouth and showed her that she did take all that bitter medicine. The maidservant was more than satisfied so she was about to leave, but then Emery made a request. “Can you bring me the oldest book from the library?” she asked. “I-I will. Please, wait for a while.” Back at Elescaster City, Emperor Claus was greeted by his people with a joyous welcome for finally ending the rule of the barbarians in the western border. However, as soon as he and his knights entered the palace, rumors about Emery’s absence spread lik

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

Chloe asked. “Of course,” Zane said then reached into what I had thought was an emptied picnic basket to pull out the book in question. I took it with a laugh and opened it up. “One day the Emperor received a large parcel, in which was written ‘The Nightingale.” “‘There we have a new book about this celebrated bird,’ said the Emperor.

“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—”

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

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.

"As Marcius entered court as an official, the reigning emperor changed his own title fourteen times in a single lifetime, and the empress who succeeded him did the same seventeen times. Every other reigning monarch only did so one or twice, but the emperor and empress of Marcius' time were supposedly obsessed with the Book of Changes and Feng Shui. Each title they changed meant something important to them." "I've had someone divine Marcius Martin Stark's birth year, and they stipulate that he won't have luck in politics, business, or even religion. But when we use year 664 as stated in the official records, he would have the best of luck in every one of those fields, as well as the potential

Dinah closes the book The words are almost lost to me. The thought of someone waiting for me instead of sleeping is beyond my realm of plausibility. 101 ways on how to act like a noble Lady, the cover of her book says. I furrow my brows. “Your talk with the Emperor took the whole day.” She says, pulling me from my thoughts “How did it go?” I don’t say anything for a moment, the vow tugging at the seams of my mouth to speak just as much as the obsidian eyes staring right at me. It really is unfair.