Little Emperor Syndrome Novels & Stories

I replied to blow up his fire of anger. "Liam, where are you?" He asked but his tone is abruptly changed. "Italy," I responded and thought but kept my words in my mind, "Welcome Dad. If you are behind this, you will be shot by your own son, whom you ordain and made the Emperor. "Liam..." "Dad," I sighed cutting him off and paused for a while. I continued, "Dad... You know me. Now, I'm the Emperor, so she is the Empress. And you know the punishment of harming the Empress. I will punish the person who is responsible for her state."

Yukio tried to cover me but I pulled him back. “Even if the gods favored you, they can’t help you now.” He said. Why is reinforcement taking so long? “Why are you doing this, Eiji?” Yukio asked. Eiji looked at him menacingly and my instinct to protect him kicked in. “Your family has been running this Empire for too long and I think it’s time for a new Emperor.” He answered. Yukio looked calm but I knew he was angry. “You’re not fit to be the Emperor.” Yukio said firmly. Eiji’s eyes grew dim. Suddenly he burst out laughing.

But that’s a complaint for another day. I open my eyes to watch how the steam filled the bathroom. The marble tiled walls almost looked blurred in the steam. The suite was quiet after the noise of tonight I welcomed the silence, Ella was asleep on the bed already. Ella was my five year old tabby. She was my baby. Carson wasn’t the biggest fan of my Ella, she didn’t bother with him either. So I never tried to make her like him either.

Lady? "Rise," the emperor commands. I raise from deep curtsy. And I wish I could tell you the Emperor is a healthy-looking man. But he isn't. I know from my history class Emperor Titus dies young. The history books don't mention what he dies of. But the man in front of me is sickly. His skin is paper-thin, stretched against bone. His hair is graying, and he looks gray and tired. He's not much longer for this world.

I asked with a raised brow. “We are expanding into the Asian markets. It was approved by the board yesterday.” His smile was sharp with satisfaction. “We will have operations on four continents by Christmas.” “Why does operating in four continents suddenly sound quite ambitious?” “It should be, that is what built this empire—ambitious.” The word 'empire' had stopped sounding strange months ago. Now it just sounded like a fact. Mel appeared in the doorway carrying a stack of wedding vendors' portfolios, her expression mixing excitement with professional stress.

"Of course. How could I forget? Everything with you is a transaction. A favor. You’re doing me a 'favor' by existing in the same space." He doesn't flinch. "I am ensuring you don't wander off and make another twenty-thousand-euro mistake. Someone has to provide the common sense you clearly lack." "Is that what you call this? Common sense?" I step closer, fed up with the mask. "You’re not here to protect the family interests, Dante. You’re here because you can’t stand the idea of me having a single moment you don't control. You’re so obsessed with your 'standards' that you’ve forgotten how to be a human being."

It could wait for a few seconds. "I'll kill him. She'll be mine. And her baby... I'll think about him later." I inhaled sharply. " There were three people in the room. I couldn't see his face. His back was on me." I kept my eyes closed. "You can't kill her baby. Mini is also pregnant. According to the rules of the family, the Firstborn will be the heir." A shiver ran down my spine. I was still breathing because I was pregnant and Tom's wife. Tears slipped down my closed eyes.

She pressed her lips together and gulped roughly. The Emperor of the Empire was seriously pulling a punch line? She wrinkled her brows and helplessly sighed. “Ah, yes. I understand, but—” “I’ll give you what you want, but can you please call me with my name?” She shook her head, firm at her decision. “I can’t call you with that, Your Majesty.” He pouted. “My name has only five letters. Was it that hard to pronounce?” He stood up and whined. Lixien closed her eyes momentarily and felt helpless. Why is the Emperor acting like a child?

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

"Hide me. Just for a moment." The man turned slowly. As the city light struck his face, Gabrielle's breath hitched. He was devastatingly handsome — sharp, angular features, a jawline carved from granite, and eyes like frozen obsidian. Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none of it. Ethan Shore. She recognized him. Everyone in the country knew that face. He was the Emperor of Shore Corporation, a man whose family wealth could purchase small nations. He was also a man rumoured to be as cold-blooded as he was brilliant.