Emperor Of Man Novels & Stories

"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

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."

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.

My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road. I hated everything here. I hated the expectations, the scripts that were written for us long before we could even form sentences. Why do our fathers think they had the right to dictate our lives? Why does his father keep shoving royalty and legacy down Alex's throat like it was the only reason he had him? Why does mine keep trying to mold me into a man I can barely recognize? The perfect son. The future president. They didn't know us. At least, mine never really did. I exhaled, shaking my head. There was one person who probably would understand me right now. Who would relate to how I feel right now—but she wasn't reachable

The way he understood it, Hadrian’s definition of emperor is a servant. ‘I don’t understand, Hadrian. You’re the emperor, people should serve you not the other way around!’ ‘Let me ask you one thing, Josef.’ Hadrian said seriously closing his book. ‘What is an emperor?’ ‘Well, he is the leader of an empire.’ ‘And what does it take to be a leader?’ ‘Well, that’s…’ Josef began not being able to finish his answer.

It gives a physical description of the man, but other than that, there isn’t much on the page. “So, who is he?” I ask, causing Doc to sit at the table with a sigh. “Corbin Black is Duncan Ambrose’s number one henchman. He does most of the crime boss’ dirty work. We pulled him in a few different times to try and flip him, but it didn’t work. He’s Duncan’s puppy, loyal to the core. As sick as it sounds, I think he enjoys what he does,” Doc adds. “And, what exactly does he do?” I ask, not wanting to overestimate the man.

Lady? "Rise," the emperor commands. I raise from deep curtsy. And I wish I could tell you the Emperor is a healthy-looking man. But he isn't. I know from my history class Emperor Titus dies young. The history books don't mention what he dies of. But the man in front of me is sickly. His skin is paper-thin, stretched against bone. His hair is graying, and he looks gray and tired. He's not much longer for this world.

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 white haired man grabbed it and started walking forward. “A beast will have a taste of its very own poison.” Alois Devaraux, the Emperor of Heaven. A man who is believed to be thousands of years old. He has reigned over the palace of Astraia for ages and ruled the Eastern North with the best of his ability. The people of his land respect him and they even vowed to serve him until the last beating of their hearts. He is a man of cold nature, he possess no emotions inside and shows no mercy towards his nemesis. He is also a skilled warrior. During his childhood, he is trained to become a formidable knight in the battlefield. It is also his duty to slay or seal monsters who are unleashed a

"What am I planning? Hmmm, Chard, do you think I will still let go of that child? He's a talent that shouldn't go to waste. Let's retreat for now and visit again next month." "Yes, Emperor." 'The way that kid stood in the middle of danger makes my blood feel an intense excitement and curiosity. Will he also stand like that in the middle of a battlefield?' The man they addressed as the Emperor grinned from ear to ear while remembering the child's face as he stabbed his opponent's flesh. 'I want him.'