Emperor's Smile Novels & Stories

"What is it?" "The emperor has started his move, Your Highness." Alex smiled. But it was a smile way far from the kind of smile he had showed to Julie. His smile that moment was sinister and screaming with dark and wicked amusement. "Gather everyone in the hall." He ordered and Zolan gave a curt nod. ...

"If it's only around the palace, then you can go around. But, you shouldn't be hurt in the slightest. I swear if something were to happen to you-" Emilio tried hard to contain his emotions just so that Ariana wouldn't hate him even more. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Emilio tried to calm himself down before the man looked at Ariana again. This time, Emilio was completely speechless when the man saw Ariana smile slightly. After a dozen nights where Ariana didn't even want to look at his face, he was finally able to see Ariana's smile again. Her smile may look faint and not as warm as usual. But a smile is always a smile. Emilio felt he can start to hope again when he saw tha

The low hum of distant dripping water echoed faintly against the cold stone walls, punctuating the oppressive silence. Kaiser’s eyes, usually a calm storm of control, now burned with a slow, simmering fury. They narrowed into sharp slits as the corners of his mouth curled upward, an infamous smile, thin and bone-deep, that sent an involuntary shudder rippling through the few souls who dared witness it. This was no ordinary smile; it was a predator’s grin, cold and merciless, a smile that had ended empires and shattered lives. It was the kind of smile that made even the bravest men falter, the kind that spoke of dark promises made in shadows.

He was born to be the king of his people. I frowned. I stared at every picture of him. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He was holding a fish rod standing near the water pond. He was looking so cute but his face wasn't giving any expression. He must be eight years old in it. I moved to the second picture. My heart picked a race. He was holding a samurai sword. It was hard to pluck my gaze from his beautiful face. He wasn't smiling, not even for show. I slithered forward in hope of getting his smiling picture.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

Victor smiled. “I know it will.” The room held its breath. Then Adriana laughed. It wasn’t a warm laugh. It was the kind of laugh that made powerful men uncomfortable. “You still don’t understand something about me, Victor.” She stood up and walked slowly around the table. “I don’t sell under pressure.” Victor crossed his arms. “You will.” Adriana stopped directly in front of him. Their eyes locked. “No,” she said softly. “You will.” Then she pressed a button on the remote in her hand.

she murmured lazily. Cassian smiled in the same soft way he once smiled at Kaelith. “Far more beautiful than it ever would have looked on her.” Something inside Kaelith broke so violently she physically felt it. A small sound escaped her lips before she could stop it. Both of them turned immediately. Cassian froze. The color drained from his face so quickly it almost looked painful. Seraphine, however, remained perfectly calm. In fact, she smiled. “Oh,” she said sweetly. “You found us sooner than expected.”

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

Soheila finally greeted the Emperor completely. “You may rise.” The Emperor said with his deep voice. Soheila observed the Emperor as she stared at him. The Emperor still looks so handsome as ever. His dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes feel like you're in an ocean when you look at it. He is the most handsome father that Soheila had seen. (I wonder how my father would look like. Well, I'm pretty, so he may be handsome.) The Emperor, Soheila, and the six birds went to the garden of the First Princess again. They sat there and drank an expensive tea.