Emperor Of Solo Play Novels & Stories

"You're the most insolent... ungrateful player I know." Jana tightened her hold of Ezekiel's hand. The emperor saw her action and timely rolled his eyes. "I won't do anything to your man. He already caused me a lot of problems as it is now." "You..." Jana swallowed her nervousness. "Are you the creator of this game?" "That—" The emperor's voice changed into a more youthful voice. A middle aged man. "I am. Your Ezekiel was one of those hundreds who used to comment bad shit and give two star reviews under the games I developed. Fucking assholes."

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

“The succession war.” “Yes,” I said. “The emperor fighting to keep his throne. The heirs fighting each other. Nobles plotting against all of them. The Empire is too busy to retaliate, too fractured to aid Lone Star, and too arrogant to believe anyone would dare act while they’re distracted. We take Lone Star now, and the Empire can do nothing but watch.” Alessia tilted her head. “You mean to strike while the wolf is hunting itself.” “I mean to remove the wolf’s shield before it remembers we exist,” I replied.

Though he might not like it, there will always be times where clashing between opposing parties happened, and using his power is unavoidable. Izfar hoped that his majesty accepted his Sol. Oberon is a great emperor so losing him would be a major loss to the whole world. Staring towards the bright blue sky, his mind wandered to the time where his majesty entered Ishtiya’ in his soul form. The bright golden hue which engulfed him protectively was on par with what Madam Ruzka had told him before; the next Sol of the King will be a strong one, a Sol that would bring change to the emperor and even the country.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

“That’s a monopoly.” “Exactly.” Adriana leaned back in her chair, thinking quickly. Victor Hale hadn’t just declared war on her. He had started building an empire. And Cole International was the last obstacle. She looked back at Luca. “So we destroy his plan.” Luca smiled slightly. “Now you’re thinking like a strategist.” Adriana leaned forward. “Tell me everything you learned tonight.” Across the city, Victor Hale stood alone in his office. The assistant had already informed him about Luca’s escape.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

“If you weren’t my only son. I would have cut out your tongue and given it out to feed the worms.” “Too, bad,” Eric said and laughed for the first since he was born. “Too bad, I happen to be your son, and not one of those unfortunate lives you use as your plaything.” The Emperor laughed too, but Eric could sense the anger which the man was trying to conceal under a fake smile. The Emperor hated challenge. He was like the race himself. He was always trying to keep people on the edge so as to remain on top if that’s how he had wanted it, why then had he bothered to have son.

He cursed and harshly threw hit his hand on the desk and the glass turned into pieces. "I decided to be the Emperor to prove myself. According to the rules, Liam had to die so I can be the Emperor," He laughed evilly. "You know, I was the one who attacked Liam every time. Even, in Goa, I was about to shoot him and you came between us. You know, I fell for you at once. I was thinking to make you mine and he claimed you as you are the thing belongs to him," I saw disgust in his words. "The day, I got my private army from the Matthews group, I started working to get the throne. You know what? I love it when he lost his temper and when he got hurt," He laughed again.

I grasped his hand and begged, "I will do everything that you want. Please save me." "Amputation," He muttered coldly. "I will send Graham to chop your leg off." "No!!!" I cried. "There must be another way. I can't lose my leg. Do something, please. You are a freaking emperor." He raised his brow sharply. "Do you not even know who the emperor of the Sephyr Empire is?" "You will be next emperor, " I yelled in panic. "You can't let me die or cut my foot. There must be an antidote to this poison."