Emperor Of Solo Play Novels & Stories

"The Crown can have the castle. I’m staying in the penthouse." "You wish," I shot back, though I walked in and sat on the floor, grabbing the second controller. "One round. Then we actually sleep." We spent the next hour in a heated, surprisingly competitive match. For a moment, the weight of the coming Gala, the betrayal of Carlo, and the mystery of the Queen vanished. We weren't a Rogue Alpha and a Poisoned Prince; we were just two people trying to outmaneuver each other in a digital arena. Sol was surprisingly good, though his "royal" tactics were a bit too structured for my chaotic, high-speed playstyle.

“Woo…” Darryl let out a long sigh. He initially wanted to refuse as being appointed the Emperor came out too suddenly. After all, he was from the World Universe, hence was unsuitable to be the Westrington Emperor. However, Darryl changed his mind as he recalled if he became the Emperor, he would have the power and could then catch Donoghue even faster. Darryl eyed the throne in front of him with that thought in mind. He did not hesitate and slowly walked over!

The Emperor said instead of answering the Emperess. The two kissed their Mother goodnight and left the tent, with Baihe looking back with a worried face. When they had left, the Emperor sat on his bed and sighed. “Well, what happened? Are they destroyed or not?” The Emperess asked, seeing that her husband was not speaking. “We have underestimated Blake Elon,” The Emperor said, recounting everything that had taken place at the fortress; the ability to render everyone immobilized and unable to move his consciousness scared him to his core.

The doors opened when a servant announced” Their” arrival… The servant shouted as he announced the arrival of the Blond squad…and they brought someone with them… People bowed to the veneered imperials…although I hate it, I still did it… The emperor, before sitting on his throne, he gave a speech…most of it was a talk about political situations as well as praise for the imperial family…

I began to play it while waiting for his answer. "I'm Lord Liam Davis of the northern fortress, alpha king of blue moon territories and the commander of the emperor's heaven's mandate armies. Address me properly and don't embarrass yourself." He said haughtily, in that characteristically cold way of his. I smiled again and stopped playing the zither, maintaining my smile. "I'm the emperor's woman. You serve my husband, so why do I need to be servile before you?" I asked coldly, watching him clench his fist and scoff.

He stepped over Rowan, who was groaning on the floor, bleeding from a dozen glass cuts. Liam stopped ten feet from the Emperor. "You promised," Liam said. "You promised me the throne. You promised me the command." "I promised you power!" the Emperor shouted. "Kill her!" "You promised me legacy!" Liam roared. He gestured to the wreckage of the machine, to the Queen slumped in the corner. "But you... you were never going to give it up, were you? You built a new body. For yourself." The Emperor sneered. "You are a blunt instrument, Liam. You are fit to swing a hammer, not to rule an empire. Now obey me!"

He softly said as he draw his sword out of the sheath. Siwon followed suit, taking out his bow and arrows, he leap on the tree and positioned himself. No matter how fast their movements will be, Siwon won't miss even a single shot. Sure enough, right after Emperor Sunwoo stopped, the men in black attacked. Emperor Sunwoo was full of vigor, he did not go to the south borders to join the war, he went to look for the Emperor of Yuan for the last three days and after making sure that he is fine and he will manage to fix his problems, Emperor Sunwoo won't waste his time fixing other country's problem while he has his own problems to fix.

“One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.” He grins, unfazed. “Relax. I’m only saying what everyone’s already thinking. Look around, half these bastards are jealous.” I scan the pews. He’s right. Men are staring, some too long, some with envy. My teeth grind. “Good,” I mutter. “Let them look. Let them remember she’s mine.” Valerio hums under his breath, clearly entertained, while I drag my eyes back to her. Every step she takes feels like a test. And damn it, I feel like I’m failing.

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.

"The Cadwell family has always been loyal." "Your Majesty is too kind." I kept my head lowered. "Theo… Adrian, His Highness is my son. Protecting him was my duty." The old Emperor's eyes flickered with surprise. "Your son?" Adrian suddenly said, "Grandfather, she is my mother." His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm. The old Emperor was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled. There was a trace of bitterness in it. "Good. Very good. The fact that you feel this way brings me comfort."