Emperor With An Inconceivable Heart Novels & Stories

It was something else—like he didn't want to hurt me. The room was quiet. Only our breathing filled the space. Each moment was slow. Each step was deep. Each caress was like a question—and response. I had no idea what this was. I had no idea who he was. But in that moment, it felt like I wasn't shattered. I wasn't left behind. I was seen. I was held. And for a single solitary evening… I wasn't alone.

The voice explained with so much hatred, venom dripping from its tone. It was at that moment that the emperor remembered why he was even there in the first place. He wanted to prolong his legacy. It was to save his son so that the empire would not fall into the hands of others. “This makes no sense,” the emperor hesitated. The shadow smiled beside him. “What makes no sense?” “Hearts cannot turn into herbs. And why couldn’t the gods make a herb instead? Why turn your heart to a herb and then abandon it?” The emperor asked with creased brows.

Even playboys would show some reaction, but he was indifferent. The rubicund love bite on his swollen lip was quite visible. Nobody could think that it was a bug bite unless the person was an idiot. "Dante, do you have no shame?" The Empress howled at him. Her face had turned white with rage. "How could you do it in front of the emperor? Do you not even respect the throne?" The Emperor was watching us quietly. He seemed like he couldn't care less if Dante and I started humping in front of him. I couldn't help but feel that something was horribly wrong here. Was that how an emperor supposed to react?

It was only the name of the emperor - whom she thought was kind and generous to his people inside the empire "I thought he's a righteous emperor but it was only a façade. He's a great pretender after all," she whispered looking at the baby that was peacefully sleeping in the middle of nowhere where the baby was unconsciously doing different kinds of expressions as he didn't even bother to feel the surroundings

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”

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.

the Nine Heaven Emperor said with a skeptical frown. Empress Heidi nodded. "Have you gone insane?" the stunned Nine Heave Emperor said. His eyes were full of conflicted emotions. Then, he shook his head and said determinedly, "No, that is absolutely impossible. He's nothing but a sneaky clown who is beneath my daughter!"

How could the chancellor, who's been with the Emperor ever since he was Prince, turn on him like this? "The current Emperor was never meant to be the Emperor. He's a disgrace and he needs to be replaced by someone who can actually help the people. The Emperor has done nothing but hide in his palace and relax. He has never cared for the people. The Empire has been suffering and yet he still refuses to change." Himawari's father answered. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely angry or if he's holding a personal grudge. It was hard to tell considering I don't have much of Himawari's memories. If I could just remember something that could make me understand this situation then I would know who to

Aranjo asked and looked directly at the Emperor. "Yes!" replied the Emperor. "Can I marry all Gods without exception?" Aranjo responds. "Right!" replied The Emperor. "That means including yourself?" asked Aranjo. If she had to marry one of the Heaven realm gods, then the Emperor was what she wanted. The wind goddess smiled sarcastically as well as her two sisters. In all realms, who doesn't know the emperor has the nickname of a heartless God or a stone-hearted God. So many great Goddesses tried to approach and get her heart but all failed and did not get anything. And Aranjo confidently declares his intention, isn't it the same as a joke.

So then I read, “The poor Emperor could scarcely breathe; it was just as if something lay upon his chest; he opened his eyes, and then he saw that it was Death, who sat upon his chest, and had put on his golden crown, and held in one hand the Emperor’s sword and in the other his beautiful banner. And all around, from among the folds of the splendid velvet curtains, strange heads peered forth; a few very ugly, the rest quite lovely and mild. “These were all the Emperor’s bad and good deeds, that stood before him now that Death sat upon his heart. ‘Do you remember this?’ whispered one to the other. ‘Do you remember that?’ and then they told him so much that the perspiration ran from his forehe