Emperor Smile Novels & Stories

He says, using the correct title this time “I don’t suppose I have to tell you what would happen shall you fail?” The Empress’ expression is inscrutable I expected a simple answer, but Zen stays quiet for a moment long enough for me to look up at him. His mouth is curved upwards in a smile, but there’s something wrong with it. It seems off-kilter, like a faulty copy of the real thing. A little unhinged. I almost want to shake him to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in.

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.

Despite the agony she was in, Naomi managed to crack a smile. “Emperor, I never knew you were this wild. Where do you get your ideas from?” Daegal rolled his eyes but didn’t stop the smile from forming on his face. “Take off your clothes, Empress Naomi or do I have to do it for you?” Naomi shrugged. “I prefer your touch to mine.” “Very well.” With a snap of his fingers, Naomi’s clothes were off and she was naked before him, thighs tightly clenched together to avoid much blood staining the carpet.

“I bite, son.” Alastair chuckled. “Apologies, mother. Your son forgot that Her Majesty is a beautiful vampire, and eyes, she bites.” They laughed together, even the emperor could not help but to chuckle. I just watched their interaction. They seem to be close to each other. Their warm treatment for each other touched my heart and made me feel at ease. Their son glanced at me and flashed a smile, I returned it with a small smile as well. The empress smiled, dreamily.

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.

He would never forgive himself if Lucianne got hurt from this. When Lucianne’s hand made contact with Pellethia’s cold one, the empress placed her thumb on Lucianne’s wrist to feel her pulse. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the rhythm of Lucianne’s blood flow. When she was done, her eyes glistened again, and she let out a soft chuckle before her lips curled up into a smile, the type of smile one has when they see a loved one they haven’t been in touched with for a long time; when one is reunited with a close friend after years or decades of separation; when one replays happy memories made with loved ones who have now passed on. It was the type of smile that screamed ‘I missed you…so

Standing there, looking incredibly smug in a gray designer suit, was my ex-husband. Dean Emiliano. "You actually showed up," Dean sneered, a wicked, condescending smile playing on his lips. "And with Jared Donovan, no less. You really are a desperate little bitch, aren't you?" "Get away from me, Dean," I hissed, my hands shaking in rage. "Before I have Jared's security throw you out on your face." "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Dean chuckled, stepping closer. He tilted his head toward the far side of the ballroom. "Don't you want to see your family first?"

"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."