Emperor Time Novels & Stories

He sat up, making up his mind. ‘I will not waste even a single second…’ he thought, struggling to stand up. ‘As the Emperor I cannot waste my time for myself.’ With this decision in mind, he decided to set his own priorities aside and make the Empire’s priorities first. ‘This pain is nowhere close to what the people are experiencing in their everyday lives.’

He still had fears but also he wanted to have many children with his wife and so long as his wife want he would always fulfil that and be there for her. But now he will put that side until Briella is one year old. For now let him do his duty as the emperor. He thought that being an emperor his work load will reduce after giving diffract tasks to his subordinates but he was wrong. It was already evening but Nicklaus still being busy with empire affairs and then dinner time came

The ticking of the watch hands and the unknown markings on it piqued the Emperor's interest. The women were still covered and their faces weren't visible. And so was the Emperor's. But he looked at Tanisi intently and asked "Can I keep this with me?" Tanisi trembled slightly but mustering her courage she said "Pardon me your highness but this belongs to my mother. And given that I might never be able to see her due to this time travel it means a lot to me. Please excuse me, but I would need it back". While she was speeking the emperor was looking into Tanisi's eyes. He saw genuineness. But he was also drawn to her. She had a sweet voice. And the emperor suppressed his urge to remove her veil

Nobody had time to care. I had been refining my uniform since the end of week one: the standard gray-and-white kitchen auxiliary dress, the white apron, the servant's cap that I wore pulled forward slightly because I had noticed that servants who positioned their caps to shadow their faces registered as less individual to the eye. I had also noticed, with the methodical observation I applied to everything, that the Emperor's movements had three consistent patterns despite the rotation of his security details: the war room in the early mornings, the ceremonial hall inspections on preparation days, and the east garden — alone, always alone — for approximately fifteen minutes at dusk, during th

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

Ealdorman Saxon eagerly blurted as he took a sip of water. “Yes, as Ealdorman Saxon stated, your wedding will take place in four months, and as time dictates your and Prince Raiden’s coronation will take place in six months. I call to adjourn, and this council meeting comes to an end.” Ealdorman Leif stood and banged his staff on the floor as he turned to leave the room. “My love!” Raiden grabbed hold of Bridgette as she was coming through the doorway. “Tell me what was decided?”

“Dressed? Why? What’s going on?” “The lawyer invited us for a will reading. Totally impromptu.” “Whose will? I don't understand.” “We didn’t know of this too. The lawyer called some minutes ago. Your grandparents had a will set in place. Get dressed. We’ll come pick you up on the way. Say, in 30 minutes time.” “I’ll get ready now.” “See you soon, pumpkin.” “Love you, dad.” She clutched to phone to her heart for a while.

Level 4 Civilization, Boundless Galaxy. Planet Brechen, inside the palace of the Great Quinn Empire. A middle-aged man was lying on a luxurious bed. His face was pale and he looked quite weak, as if he could die at any minute. He was the Emperor of the Great Quinn Empire, Spencer Quinn. He was the man at the very top of the pyramid that was the Great Quinn Empire. One could say that Spencer was the person who dictated everything in the Great Quinn Empire.

“Nova, I heard what happened in the conference room. Listen, you are one of the best scientists the country has but please think this through. We don’t have much time left for the International Science Summit, and we need a potential project completed by 2 months” He was right but I still believed in existence of wormholes and Vampires. Okay maybe not Vampires, but I have to give this a try. “Dr Evans please give me a week, if I fail in proving my theory, I promise I’ll work on the nuclear reactor project” I said. He let out a sigh, knowing he cannot win an argument with me and said, “You have one week and Nova I believe in you” I smile and thank him. I hurry to my car and drive towards home

Yes, that's close enough. And to know that her eyes still light up, the same way they did when we started connecting, fills my heart with utmost joy. She should have forgotten me by now, but no, she hasn't. The planned hour to two, with Ava, has increased and I'm pretty sure, that we have reached 4 hours. Reece seemed to get lost in the time, more than I did and I saw a different Reece, altogether. Playful, more gentle and just dad like, that's who I saw come out of Reece.