Eyes Of The Emperor Book Romane & Geschichten

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

Blake asked. “I don’t see any problem as well on this condition.” The Emperor said and took a sip of his wine and he looked at the glass in amazement. The wine was the best he had ever drank and he would drink the best wine here in the Inner World that they could provide. “Will this wine also be considered as one of your resources?” “As I said, the Emperor has eyes that can see hundreds of miles. The crystal glasses are also what I want to bring to the Inner World.” Blake said and took a sip as well.

It was then that Harriet looked up at the silhouette against the golden sun. Harriet shed tears of blood. *** The Emperor opened his eyes wide on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He growled softly. "Looks like I've been napping too much," he mumbled. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep. Maybe he should just work his night at his study alone. However, just as he was about to raise up, suddenly there was a knock on his door. "Your Majesty!" The Emperor lifted his body fitfully and opened the door. "What is it? There is a problem?"

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

As I approached her, my gaze never left hers, and I warned, “Watch who you sleep with. You’re judged by the company you keep, my dear.” Amelia's gaze dropped to the ground and her head moved back and forth slowly. Her fear was like a palpable thing in the air, filling me with an electrifying sense of power. Then I knew I had won; my victory was evident in the way she trembled as I stepped closer, claiming her as mine.

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.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

A neat, dark red hole appeared directly between the man's eyebrows and his eyes instantly went blank, rolling back into his head as his body slumped limply against the leather straps of the chair. I lowered the gun and tossed it back to Lorenzo, who caught it flawlessly and tucked it back into his holster. I didn't feel a thing. No guilt. No remorse. It was just a transaction. A price paid for Amelia's safety. Gideon stared at the dead body, then looked back up at me. For the first time tonight, there was a faint flicker of genuine respect deep within his cold hazel eyes as he took a slow drag of his cigar. "Cold," Gideon muttered, a small, dark smirk appearing on his lips. "Very cold. Perha

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.