Novel & Cerita Emperor's Eyes

His eyes widened. Vilfredo's quaking eyes looked down to confirm the dagger stabbing deeply into his chest. The red liquid staining his hands was its own blood. When he looked at his front, unbearably close to him, his future empress was staring right back at him. Yet, his heart was thumping loudly. The supposed yellow eyes were now nowhere to be seen. “Red… crimson…” He blabbered without thinking. Mercilessly, she pulled her dagger out of his chest and crackled lightly. The unfamiliar red eyes were smiling big with lifted cheeks. She was enjoying this, for whatever reason despite how messy she looked.

“To remind everyone that he will always be that merciless emperor, who destroys anyone who threatens his reign.” Emery never said anything after that and just glared at the emperor. Meanwhile, Erebus knew too well what that type of look in her eyes was. It was the same as the ones he saw when Emery had been acting reckless and stubborn like a teenager. Even though he wanted to just let her be so she could learn the hard way, however, that would put his life at risk as well. Besides, the emperor may look like he had been tamed, but the bloodlust in his eyes showed that he was still that ruler the empire feared.

She looked up at him and a wide smile spread across her face, it looked like she was day-dreaming. "Why are you staring at me like that?" The Emperor disliked stares, especially when they were directed at him, but this stare just made him feel embarrassed. "Because", Alexis' eyes drooped low. "Because?" "Because", she once again started and this time she fluttered her lashes at him. This time the Emperor felt a warmer feeling, it was foreign and strange and very, very uncomfortable. "I'm taking you to your room", he declared as he mentally noted she was unfit to be near anyone. Her eyes still looked at him in that strange way as he lifted her up.

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.

She looked at Darryl and said softly, "It's been so many years, but you're finally here to see me! Do you know how much I've missed you all this time?" The drug had caused the Empress to lose her mind; she was hallucinating. D*mn it! Darryl heard it, but he did not know how to react. 'What kind of drug did Lord Kenny give to the Empress to make her hallucinate?' Darryl thought about it, and he was about to speak. "Emperor!" Before Darryl could say anything, the Empress screamed and immediately jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Emperor, I've missed you so much. You'll stay with me, right?"

He has wavy long brown hair and blue eyes with a noble mustache. “Greetings, Director Zhu. My apologies for the negligence of my subordinate that almost cost you your life. I’ll investigate this matter thoroughly and try my utmost to give you a satisfactory answer!” Emperor Romulus said with a righteous tone, all of his stance and body language indicate that he is infuriated with this event no less than the one subject to it.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

“But we must follow procedure.” The man in the hallway shifted his weight. He had been watching the small rise and fall in Elara’s chest. The room held its breath. Elara wanted to tear the folder, to throw the papers out the window and shout at the rain. Instead she sat still and breathed slow, counting the child’s small breaths as if they were steps. A door opened. A footstep sounded. It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.