Emperor Smile Novels & Stories

He looked at my smile for a long second. Then his mouth moved—barely. The tiniest ghost of a smirk. Dangerous. Lethal. Unfairly handsome. I poked his cheek. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Was that a smile? Someone notify the empire. The Tyrant has emotions.” Luciano rolled on top of me so fast I squeaked. His forearm pinned me gently into the mattress. Storm-gray eyes hovered inches from mine. “Continue mocking me,” he said in that deep morning voice, “and I will ensure you do not walk properly at training.”

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

He had a calm that made the air cold. Elara tried not to look. She poured coffee with a steady hand. Her skin prickled in a way that made her fingers slow. The man looked up. He caught her eye. He smiled then, a small, polite thing. “Good coffee,” he said. “Thank you,” she said. The words were steady. She gave him the cup. He held it like a thing of value. “You’ve been here long?” he asked. “Since spring,” she said. “I like the view.” He looked at the harbor. “My office is in the city. I come down when I need a quiet cup.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. I’ll punish that naughty boy at home later!” We Yan replied with a smile, though she wasn’t really giving much thought to punishing her son. When the soldier saw how close the king was to We Yan, it was clear that even if the second prince were here, the king would never choose him.

"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."

the man stuttered with his words, sweating profusely like he had seen a ghost. "Is this thing healthy?," I asked him, hating the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. If this is unhealthy, I will refuse to buy it to avoid my kids from getting sick. "Haha, you silly man, this scrunched face of yours is scaring the poor man to hell. Please keep a smiley face here if you want to survive with everyone in this park. Here only brings happiness and not frowns," Emil laughed heartily for the first time in front of me and I released the muscles on my face because of his captivating smile which looked exactly like his mother's.

“…Sir.” “Should be obvious. I’m holding your beloved brother hostage as well as your prostitute friend, which should be enough to keep you in line. And as for you, Chieftain Kaizat, the Emperor would love to invite you back to the city, so you’ll both be returning with me. I imagine he won’t be pleased.” His smile faded, and his typical icy, solemn expression replaced it once more. “He’s not a forgiving man even in his best moments. I look forward to seeing what he does to you.”

He says, pointing to the kettle quietly whistling by the corner. She obeys his instructions. “Good. Now let it sit for a while, we want to get the best out of it…Now serve.” “Won’t the leaves get into your cup? Are you supposed to swallow the leaves?” The Emperor tries so hard to conceal his smile by staying stone-faced but his quivering lip betrays him, he is forced to pick up a slice of peach to cover the smile. “Serve the tea.” He says in his usual monotone after getting himself under control.

If one had to pick out something that stood out about his face, it was his abnormally long beard that extended to his chest. “In one corner is the man you have all come to know and adore. He is a thirty-five years old champion with no contender. Weighing two hundred and fifteen kilograms with a height of seven feet three inches; ladies and gentlemen, he is the man who has fought thirty battles and killed thirty men; join me in welcoming the one who kills for pleasure and is feared by beasts - the Cruel Emperor, Sameed!” The crowd exploded once the Cruel Emperor was introduced. “Sameed”

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.