Emperor Norton Doll Novels & Stories

What if there was protection within the system? Before she could snap back to herself, Nolan took a small item out of his backpack and walked over. He didn’t bend down, only extended his hand. “Here.” It was a hand-stitched doll—a penguin. It had rounded lines and innocent eyes, awkwardly cute. “I don’t play with these,” Angela said, clearly uninterested. Only then did Nolan squat down. “It has something fun about it. You just haven’t found it yet.” He offered it to her again.

"They aren't cheering. They’re begging not to be noticed." "That’s the secret to a long life in the Empire," Tristan murmured, his eyes fixed on the massive stage rising in the center of the plaza. "Don't be the nail. Don't be the hammer. Be the wood." The stage was a monument to excess. Drape in crimson velvet, it supported a dais where the Imperial family sat. The Emperor was there. His exoskeleton had been repaired, gleaming with fresh gold plating, though his organic face looked more withered than ever, like a dried apple left in the sun.

He was certain that she would come back to him one day. Just then, Anna came downstairs with an opened parcel. "Mrs. Zephyr, is this what you're looking for? Mr. Nathan opened the parcel today and played with it the moment he came home from school." The souvenir was an exquisitely made doll. Nathan rushed forward and snatched the doll from Anna's hand. "This is mine!" Nathan looked at Amelia in disdain. "Are you going to give it to Evelyn? She's not worthy of such a good toy!"

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

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

Even if I had fallen low, Norton would not be given a chance to witness my disgrace. "You have a lot of nerve coming back here after what you've done," Norton spat in disgust as he made his way to the throne to sit. He threw one leg over the armrest and glared at me with rudeness in his gaze. Keep it together, Emma. This is only a child who doesn't know when to stop playing with toys that don't belong to him. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," he said and I heard the guards behind me move a little closer. Ready to take my head at his signal.

And Cassius accompanied her. Emmitt took Naomi to his room to take a look. Naomi looked at his room, which was clean, tidy, and there were many decorations of the big boy. This caused Emmitt to feel embarrassed and say, "I used to like to collect anime characters, you wouldn't mind, right?" Naomi laughed while appreciating, and she shook her head, "I don't mind! I like it, too." After saying that, she held a beautiful cartoon doll in her hand, "This is for me."

Because it’s easier than admitting she’s been thinking about him for far too long already. Hours later, the shower steam has faded, and Sahara stands before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wears a pink sweetheart cocktail dress, a gift from her aunt that she had been saving for a special occasion. The fabric hugs her curves with an insistence that can’t be ignored. The neckline dips low, showcasing the swell of her breasts, pushing them up until they look ready to spill out. The waist nips in tight before flaring over her hips, accentuating the hourglass figure she used to hide under baggy jeans and oversized hoodies.

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

He peers down at me. “Why would it have an effect on me?” I stammer, turning away quickly, heat crawling up my neck. Thankfully the woman clears her throat and gestures to a wall of shelves, saving me from potential humilation. “These are our bestsellers toys. Perfect for girls around that age—” “We’ll take them,” Nero says before she finishes. And that’s how Nero is throughout the shopping, choosing everything the attendant shows us without a second thoughts. Oh, and he also won’t stop drawling out the word “my wife.” If I don’t know better, I’ll think he’s actually enjoying this.