Emperor's Smile Novels & Stories

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.

She felt my stare on her, touching the nape of her neck nervously before walking away. The Emperor cleared his throat to speak,“It’s been such a long, tiring week,” he slowly began, rubbing his hand over his face. “And I’m glad we could all sit to share a meal together tonight.” “You're right, dear. It feels good to have the table full again.” The empress smiled at him, eventually turning to say to me, “And look at you, Rhianna, you look amazing. I must say this gown suits you beautifully.”

He’d built this empire from blood and silence, not noise. He leaned back in the chair. The air still carried the smell of sweat, cologne, and money. Faint music played downstairs now — soft, before the crowd arrived. But that wasn’t what stayed in his mind. It was the boy. Not a customer. Not a dancer. Not staff. Just… a cleaner. He had seen him from the bar, up on the second-floor glass balcony, wiping the windows with too much care. Too much stillness in his posture. His arms were thin. Shoulders tense. Movements too precise, like he was afraid of making a mistake.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 15: INDESCRIBABLE EMOTIONS Leen was confused about what happened inside but she had no right to ask, thus she stayed silent. Despite the fact that even the Empress said that the Emperor was a scary person, the Empress had a bright smile on her face. It was seemingly the exact opposite of what the Empress told. Leen looked back and shrugged her shoulders. It seemed that even the Emperor couldn’t handle the Empress’s cuteness and had fallen for her at first sight.

the Sea Emperor said with a red face. “Right, that’s the past. Now we are emperors. If our past behavior is discovered by the younger generation and people outside who have long forgotten it, where would our faces be? So please don’t mention it again.” Emperor Mu added, also looking embarrassed. Qin Yang burst into laughter seeing how embarrassed they were when Bing Hua mentioned their own past.

Emir:. I was exhausted, after all of the grand seminars of world's renowned chefs and all, well according to Azeil it's really important to grow your knowledge, and to some extent he is right too, but what about my will, I'm an antisocial introvert who even doesn't know how to smile. I got to know about my nature from one of my subordinate, that the rumors about ' Emir Blackiston never smiles' has spread like fire. I directly went to change my outfit, I changed to my casual tshirt and trousers when I got a message from Azeil.

Will the demon emperor come to settle accounts for leading him astray? Waiting for a beauty’s smile: I am going on a long trip where I cannot be reached even by phone. True love is a myth: Do you think that will stop the demon emperor? Waiting for a beauty’s smile: wailing emoji… I am doomed… I haven’t even lived… Night Owl: You were doomed from the day you decided to be friends with Dark Night. Waiting for a beauty’s smile: True… then I am going to live to the fullest tonight… beauties wait for me…here I come…

"Cold sweat drenched Audrey's back upon hearing the emperor calling her name. She was not sure why, but she really don't feel good about this. "Ehem,.." Prince Nike cleared his throat. He probably feelt that the presence of the emperor brought discomfort to Lady Audrey. "My son! Goodness! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Instead of getting irritated for his son's interruption, the emperor reacted the opposite. He laughed as if there is no tomorrow. His eyes that was almost negligible at first glance seems to disappear after he smile widely. "Lady Audrey, your beauty really exceeds your fame. I heard so much about you and I'm glad to finally had a chance to meet you."

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

That charming smile of his never left his face, but in the dim light it looked sharper, almost hungry. We stopped at massive double doors carved with snarling beasts. Two guards pushed them open without a word. Inside, the air hung heavy with smoke from a dying fire. The Emperor sat on a raised throne-like chair, his face half-hidden in shadow. He was older than I expected, with silver threading through his dark hair and eyes that looked like they had seen every sin in the world. Darius bowed his head slightly. I copied him, my knees stiff. “Father,” Darius said, his voice flat. “You summoned us on our wedding night.”