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.”

“You...!” We Yan sighed and left the underground prison after failing to obtain the information he wanted from the Second Prince. Meanwhile, the Second Prince remained alone in the darkness. His eyes suddenly became cold as he stared into the darkness around him. There was no regret in them, nor was there any fear of death. Slowly, however, a smile appeared on his face. It was a smile that seemed to mock the entire world and look down upon the heavens that had brought him to this point.

It wasn't that long when the crowd slowly went quiet and the big doors opened. "Presenting The Emperor of the Underworld!" a loud voice boomed A guy walked inside wearing one of the most expensive's suits in the world, Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition. He was also wearing a black mask that covers the upper half of his face, I can see how define his jaws are, he was looking so dashing and all. Like a prince but the darker one. I felt Read's hand tighten around my waist as if pinching me, I rolled my eyes and looked back at the Emperor. He was already talking with the others, he was smiling showing his precious pearly teeth.

The Emperor look at her, "It was me, got a problem with that?" She chuckled as she smirk, "Oho... so you mean I can't stare you from now on?" The Emperor look at her in a dull expression,"I didn't say that you can't." "That's good since you're quite handsome and kinda hot, it's pleasing to watch you."She said as she wink at him making the Emperor cleared his throat as a smile slipped on his lips making Zelia awed expression as she saw the Emperor's smile a little then it went back to the poker faced one.

"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.