Emperor's Smile Novels & Stories

My voice trailed off, and Adrian’s eyes shined with laughter that he was holding back. "Under the desk, huh?" he said with a wry smile. "I didn't realize you felt that way about me, Amelia." He poked at me, making fun of my embarrassment. He was obviously enjoying himself. I could feel the corners of my lips turning upwards without my permission. "I don't feel anything about you," I replied curtly. "Don't flatter yourself." His lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. He cocked an eyebrow as if daring me. His expression was so infuriatingly attractive that my heart raced with conflicting emotions: I wanted to throw my arms around him or launch something at his head.

Devrim admitted with a lopsided grin. "And who was sweet Mairwen describing with such flowery language? Surely not Renat." The Empress leaned her head on Devrim's shoulder and she could feel him stiffen at the boy's name. "No! At least I hope not. She was describing me," the Emperor answered her humbly. "Then she could not have found truer words. You do look quite handsome. I like the curly lock down your forehead. You should do that more often." The woman tilted back her head and fluttered her eyelashes to plead her case.

When our eyes met in the air, she gave me a smile, to which I replied by nodding my head at her. "He is here already, Empress and Emperor." I heard Mac mumble politely, which became the reason why I turned my attention towards the two people earlier, who were now looking back at me. The other one was still cold as always, while the other one had a smile on her face despite the fact that it was faint. At first, I was quite confused when I saw their faces, but it slowly changed into a surprised one as my jaw dropped when I saw those eyes. I look into her eyes with mixed emotions, and no matter how many times I open my mouth, I still don’t know what to say.

she replies with a funny emoji. Noted. I will make sure never to take her to a club. Marcus pulls in behind me, his headlights illuminating the front yard. “Marcus just got back. If you need any rescuing, just text me,” I reply with a winky face. “Have fun tomorrow, I’ll check up on you later.”

His smile made me feel guilty because I plan to kill him as soon as I can. Worse, it felt creepy. The demon emperor suddenly became a smiling lover boy, the ruthless expression that was always on his face disappeared only for a foolish, satisfied smile to replace it. "Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" He whispered into my ears, making me blush. "Is it still hurting you?" He asked, slipping his hands in between my legs. Against my better judgement, I found myself nodding and blushing.

Calvin protested when he received an incredulous look from the rosy-cheeked girl. "Okay, I'll consider it a deal!" Emily responded, and with a slow, her lips curled up into a broad smile. Calvin was momentarily stunned when Emily's sweet smile appeared different. It was sincere, without coercion or temptation, unlike the smiles she had always given him since they first met.

“Take away,plee.’ she commanded, lisping imperiously,’ My Pappa don’t wan it now.” He had looked up in time to see the mischievous smile on Proserpina’s face, but she lowered her head when she caught his look on her. Or his part, he had found himself smiling down fondly at the little Empress who had turned to him with a beguiling smile. ***

I can tell he is not joking when I see him smile—it is a nice smile—and I know it is genuine. He closes his eyes and adds honestly, "Yeah, and it all started because of my greatest great-grandfather, the emperor is a werewolf," as he continues to glide my hands around his face. “The entire imperial family is a werewolf as well, right?” “Naturally, " "So you also need to have a Luna then?" He smiles and opens his eyes once more, but this time, the melancholy that can be seen in someone's eyes after seeing how they feel sympathy for others can be seen in them.

"I was building to something." I take a sip of champagne to hide my smile. Dante's hand has returned to my back, and I notice, quietly, that it has moved slightly higher than before. I shift my weight just a fraction, leaning subtly toward Valerio, laughing a touch longer at something he says, and feel him adjust imperceptibly, drawing me back without breaking stride. Valerio looks between us with something too knowing in his expression. "Vanessa would love this," he says, almost to himself.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach