Emperor Computer Chair Novels & Stories

I smiled inwardly at the throne & thought that Evie was very lucky to have such a beautiful chair that was happy to see its master. We approached the throne and I gawked at its beauty once more in full detail. Evie must have saw me eyeing her chair because she twirled her finger and magically placed me in the throne. To my surprise, the throne lit up, exuding yellow & green light from the diamonds that were aligned beside the emeralds; I was amazed while Evie just smiled. I got up from the throne and I could've sworn I heard the chair sigh, so I rubbed it and it glowed again.

Timur strolls through the lavish corridor which is illuminated by several silver lights. Unlike the dreary castle of Faika, this one is more lively and bright. The furniture is squeaky clean and the walls are made with the finest white marbles. The throne room is double the size than that of Faika but instead of a throne, there is only a round table with several chairs on the sides. Only two chairs are put in the front. While the chairs look no different than the rest, no one else sits on it because it is reserved for the Emperor and Empress. The Emperor does not care though. He only cares about his country more than a piece of furniture.

A shiver went through me, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from begging him to do that again. My eyes looked from station to station growing bigger with each and every piece of equipment that I recognized. I looked over to find Jordan and Jack engrossed in a conversation about the carpentry on several of the items. The innovation and imagination that went into every piece seemed to impress them greatly. I looked at the piece in front of it and recognized it as a kneeling chair. It was designed for the sub to kneel and bend over the flat surface on top, presenting her backside at the perfect position for a spanking or other various torturing ideas.

She wasn't certain of what else could help her than to finally speak to Theo. Seconds tick too slow, and her eyelids are getting heavy, indicating signs of a feeble state of her health. Tiya Lucia grabbed her 2-year-old chair, which she personally paid for a customized design. The chair was wrapped in vintage style fabric. The color was her favorite, burnt sienna, with silver traces of triangle patterns. It had a resting back with a length above her head. The chair had only one resting arm, like the one on the school. The desk was thick like it had a secret vault inside.

They both felt scared for her and were surprised by how his highness reacted. "Such a vulgar tongue! You don't even hold back in front of guests." He clicked his tongue as he took a seat in the most majestic one seater Alexis had ever seen. It had a luxurious navy blue velvet cover that seemed to make it appear as if it were a royal antique. The Emperor towered over everyone in it, despite it being on the same level as the couches they sat on. A question of whether it was due to his height or authority, or maybe it was both? Flittered only her brain. Alastair seemed to be wealthy in every aspect.

Kana bowed again before taking a little sip on the tea. "I know you came here because what you heard bothered you." The Empress said all of the sudden that makes Kana surprised. But he collected himself and nodded. "Yes Your Highness.. It actually bothered me." "His Highness the Emperor has been sick for a long time, he always drink some pain reliever tonic if he is out in public. He has this illness that comes from within, the Imperial physicians doesn't know what is this kind of illness but they are certain that he won't live long enough." Empress Jong said and she sigh.

“Is this it?” the king demanded. His voice boomed, iron on silk. “Is this all that happened?” He leaned forward, and the throne room leaned with him. It felt like a beast that had swallowed the daylight whole. Lanterns guttered behind latticed screens; carved eaves threw long, serrated shadows across the polished wooden floor. Silk banners stitched with coiling dragons hung from the rafters, their embroidered eyes catching torchlight like accusations. The king sat on the raised dais—black robes heavier than the chair itself—his crown a circlet of hammered gold that made him look less a man and more a Herald of Verdicts. Around him the court stood stiff as bone: ministers with folded palms, g

He didn't show any sign of attentiveness not to mention saying a few things back. She sighed, feeling frustrated by his behavior. She needed to do this job and she knew it. It was her duty to make sure Jayden was healthy, even if he refused to cooperate. "Mr. Stanley--?" The deep vibrating sound of the machine chair he was seated on was her source of interruptions this time around. It began to drive Jayden forward, startling the doctor into a step backward. Her lashes flickered more than necessary, amazed at the technology behind the chair. It was a robotic chair that drove itself, and she wondered how much it cost to own one of those.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I wouldn't be surprised if quite a few of her clients didn't hire her just to make absolutely sure their opponents couldn't. I went back to my desk, sinking gratefully back down into my chair – a large, comfortable, swiveling and tilting thing. Diane spared no expense on the office furniture, something I appreciated greatly after years of being the assistant in the "ergonomic" chair that made me feel like I was ninety years old when I went home at the end of the day.