Fatal Emperor Sonic Novels & Stories

Emeric’s brow twitched, the smirk did not fade but the blow from his words was crystal-clear. “Look at you,” Emeric sneered, exhaling a plume of gray smoke that veiled his malice. “Embracing the end like a tragic hero. It’s pathetic.” Dorian smirked proudly, “Never been afraid of it, Emeric.” Emeric’s eyes turned cold. He raised a hand, the silent signal to erase Dorian from existence—until the world exploded in the scream of burning rubber. A black McLaren drifted into the perimeter, a blur of predatory intent.

Chelsea prediction came true at once, at Rogue's words , The Emperor puffed up like an oversized ballon and whirled right at their direction to stare at his son in the face . " creating a ruckus am I ? How can you even say that ? " said the Emperor looking throughly upset " I was sleeping - sleeping peacefully with Mr .Kuma Kuma here ." he said pointing at the pink bear in his left hand " mind you ..When all of a sudden out of no where , without any rhyme or reason - these two landed right on top of me ! Right on my - The Emperor of this Empire 's bed ! You're worrying about me creating a ruckus ? You should be worried about me ! Me ! Your old father - whose breath was nearly knocked out of

He threw his head back, his unhinged, manic laughter echoing flawlessly over the blaring alarms. "I am the Emperor of the ashes!" Elias screamed, completely surrendering to the apocalyptic madness. "The jet falls! The council burns! We all die in the ice!" Lucian's massive, heavily corded chest expanded, the feral predator violently taking absolute control. The King of the American underworld did not roar. He didn't waste a single fraction of a second on anger. He moved in a terrifying, completely unadulterated blur of catastrophic violence. Elias didn't even have time to turn around.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l