Emperor's Smile Novels & Stories

The emperor said while smiling. He really talked to me! But for what reason? Are we close? What’s he up to? Anyways, let’s just ride along. “The pleasure’s mine, your majesty. I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass over my dead body.” I’m not sure if what I said was right because the way people communicate here is totally different on Earth. “Haha! I like you.” When the emperor laughs, I feel like everyone here wants to pierce a whole in my body.

He stated as he smiled widely, his eyes glinting in mischief. "After all, he isn't the emperor for nothing."

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.

"Those guys are all jealous that I have such a sweet little fiancée. I'm afraid they'll steal you away." Back then, I believed him. I thought it was love. "Only then did I understand that when someone truly loved me, they couldn't wait to show me to the world." The hospital room door suddenly swung open. Vincent stood there, holding a velvet box in his hand. He smiled the same way he always did, as if everything was under his control. "Happy tenth anniversary, my little fiancée." He opened the box. Inside was an emerald necklace. "Do you like it? I personally selected the stone in Columbria."

The first time I heard it, it was just a soft talk in the market. A few words from a woman buying apples, her voice low and hurried. I almost didn’t hear it, but then it came again, louder this time, from a poor man I’d shared food with a few days before. He looked at me with wide, worried eyes, not seeing Liora, but seeing me, Lioren, the boy who sometimes shared. "Did you hear?" he choked out, his voice breaking. "The Emperor… he’s marrying the girl who saved him. They say she’ll be Empress. Liora, they call her."

His heart ached, but seeing the evil emperor still smiling, he chose to surrender himself to the evil emperor; enjoying life together for now was exactly what he wanted. “Let’s enjoy this carefree life of ours. I hope… our life can stay like this forever!” said the Evil Emperor with a sigh, though his heart was lost in deep thought. He remembered the figure who had been the star of the world back then—the one who stood above everything in the world of Xiwang. “Yes, I’m truly enjoying moments like this, my love… I hope moments like this can last forever!” replied the demon emperor with a gentle, loving smile as he leaned into the evil emperor’s embrace.

Exactly the same as that night five years ago. He placed the best cut of steak on my plate, his eyes swimming with regret. "Try it," he said, his voice soft. "I practiced. A lot." I took a small bite. It was delicious. Better, even, than the one I'd made. "It's good," I nodded. He let out a breath he'd been holding, and the first real smile I'd seen on his face in five years appeared. We ate in silence. Caesar Jr. lay by my feet, looking up at me every so often. For a moment, it felt like we had gone back in time. Back to before Eliza.