Give A Heart To The Emperor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I look into his eyes once more as they silently beg for mercy. "This is what you get for going against the throne and thinking that humans like me are weak," I patronise him, ripping his heart right out of his chest. "For my people," I tell him with a smile. I watch as the life fades from his eyes. I looked down at his heart that was in my hand, watching as the beating came to a stop.

she poured out her heart and by now emiliano had lost all his strength, was it a dream? "I know it sounds crazy and unbelievable that I love the selfish Casanova, the man who is self-centered and thinks he's the greatest of them all hehehe but I can't help it I love you Emil...I don't expect you to reciprocate my love but let me love you, let me give you all the love in the world...my present for you is my heart...its all yours"she added as more happy tears rained down her cheeks and Emiliano shook his head

"You are brave enough to not faint when I am in front of you. I will help you investigate the death of your family." Didn't he have prosopagnosia? And any woman who wouldn't faint in front of him was okay? "You can stay as my attendant and raise the undeads for me or you can marry me and live a good life. When I become the emperor, I need an empress who can…" He sighed. "Don't expect any love from me." The iconic line… I almost covered my ears.

My heart twisted so painfully that I could barely breathe. All I could do was reach out and hold Mother's ice-cold fingers as tightly as my small hands could manage. A flash of embarrassment crossed Cedric's face, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. "So what? Would you have me give up the woman I truly love for the sake of some arranged marriage? Even the Emperor himself defied every advisor in his court to keep his heart devoted solely to the Empress. How is it wrong for me to do the same?

"Touch me again, and I'll cut your filthy hands off." Sofia stepped forward with a sigh, her voice full of fake sympathy. "Isabella, just hand over the crown. I promise I won't pursue this any further. Why make things harder for yourself?" "I said I didn't take it." My voice turned even colder. The pity on her face vanished, replaced by sharp mockery. "I see," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "No one ever taught you manners, poor little orphan, so you end up chasing fantasies that don't belong to you."

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

"The Cadwell family has always been loyal." "Your Majesty is too kind." I kept my head lowered. "Theo… Adrian, His Highness is my son. Protecting him was my duty." The old Emperor's eyes flickered with surprise. "Your son?" Adrian suddenly said, "Grandfather, she is my mother." His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm. The old Emperor was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled. There was a trace of bitterness in it. "Good. Very good. The fact that you feel this way brings me comfort."