I Choose The Emperor Ending Novels & Stories

I understand it will be hard for you considering you have to die for me. Latte shocked her head, languidly. Her eyes had full acceptance. The death that she was seeking had already presented itself in front of her. The emperor had extended her hand and helped her to achieve the end she hoped for. “I am nothing but sincere, My Lord. Thank you and goodbye.” Caramel was fighting for her dear life with Whitey witnessed the sight in a horror. Latte seemed to be bewitched by the emperor. Her tired eyes flickered at the emperor, there’s no sign of craziness. Under such circumstances, Caramel smartly derived the conclusion.

What I want is to get out of this place. “Where do you think you are going, my lady?” Beta Emyr suddenly appeared behind me and stopped me by my wrists. He has obviously drunk already, “You haven’t heard the best part yet!” “I am not interested, your Grace,” I uttered, a little annoyed that he never let me go. The Emperor continued, “I want to tell everyone that I chose another concubine.” I looked in Alpha Aster’s direction and my heart went wild. “The former Princess, Eodelle Wycliffe.”

"But you’ve already made your choice, darling. And we both know how this story ends." A shiver ran down Emery’s spine. She tightened her grip on the photo, her nails digging into the edges. No. This time, I choose how it ends.

Emperor Claus knew how it felt to be cheated on so he would never do it to Emery, who had to see her ex-husband being in love with another woman. Only then, Emery noticed that the emperor was once again lost in his own world of thoughts. She could not really tell what was bothering him, but there was one thing she could do. She approached him and intertwined her fingers on his before pulling him along with her until they reached the east wing of the mansion. “Your Imperial Highness,” she said as they halted in front of his room. “I will give my best shot in the competition… Only if you want me to be your empress. But if you want it to be someone else, then just tell me okay?”

“Without a clear successor for the Throne, we are all left in chaos. How long will it take the clans to find us a new leader? I can only hope that whoever they choose will push hard against terrorists such as these. “We cannot allow the chaos of fundamentalist forces to undermine our indomitable and glorious empire. Though their strikes have caused deep, lasting wounds on us, they are not enough to completely destroy us. “We shall prevail. “The Emperor is dead. Long live the Empire.” ~ “A toast!” cried Konleth. He was giddy as a schoolchild as he watched the report over ‘Cast. Both he and Gravoss were in their private booth at the Viper Pit. Though they were watching the news report rather t

like be alone for some minutes. "Okay, I will take you—“ Kiara interrupted before he could finish his statement. "No…no…I can find my way out." She objected. Emperor Vins shook his head, his hand coming down to hold hers. "Come with me.” “But—“ “Just do as I say!” He spat in a hard tone. “Oh I forgot! He is an emperor who doesn't care about other people's opinion. He always want to have his way! Emperor Vins Bond Smith was the devil” She mumbled to herself.

If there was no history, then the world at large would be in danger; never able to learn from the past which would leave the future uncertain and prone to destruction. "I will forgive that tone of yours," Emperor Vulcan said in warning; Daegal caught the message and held his tongue. "There was something strange about the deaths of all the emperors. Nobody was able to understand it except Emperor Iqbar. He suspected some kind of conspiracy but could not pinpoint what it was. Do you know why I chose Chief Topher as my Royal Minister, my son?" "Because they are wealthy and the third most powerful kingdom on the continent?" Prince Daegal replied.

The old man with white hair and a young face turned to look. "It's you, Basalt's Collins. Why must you choose the road to perdition when there's an easier way for you? At least this wasn't a waste of my time. You're finally here." The emperor felt less anxious when he saw it was Chase. He stopped what he was doing and waited for Chase to arrive. Chase saw that the emperor had ceased his attack on Quinn. However, he did not slow down as he continued flying straight toward the emperor. The emperor took a step to the side, and a huge hole instantly appeared on the ground.

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

I loved Marco De Luca fiercely for three years. I didn't care that he had come to the Vittori family for my half sister Isabella. Nor did I care that he hid his identity as heir to a rival family and lied to me by posing as a bodyguard. That lasted until Christmas Eve. My whip brushed Isabella, a single frightened tear slipped down her cheek, and Marco had people take savage revenge on me, leaving ninety-nine lash marks across my back. That was when I finally gave up on him. I went to my father myself and said I would marry the comatose Castellano son in New York in Isabella's place. Two weeks later I cut every line of contact with Marco and flew to New York. But on my wedding day, Marco De