Little Emperor Syndrome Novels & Stories

There was murder in his eyes. Cold sweat broke out on the minister’s back when he was glared at by the man who was once at the peak of the Great Quinn Empire. However, the realization that the Emperor had been bedridden for over a year without a cure, despite consulting every doctor in the Great Quinn Empire, gradually eased his anxiety. Essentially, this implied that the Emperor was incurable. Since contracting this illness, the Emperor was not as capable as he used to be and has since lost the power he once wielded.

But General Accientsy heard that and smiled slightly. "Sorry, Empaler. I thought you asked me." He laughed. "I asked you, General Accientsy," he said. "I am four-hundred-years-old, Emperor Aegaeus," the immortals simply replied. "Do you have an amicus?" "Not yet," she said, not even looking at the emperor. While they were on their journey, the emperor noticed something strange around them. But he didn't pay attention to it because he wanted to test General Accientsy's ability. The female general also noticed this, but she remained calm so as not to panic the emperor.

“I’m too old for glory your highness. I only hope that in your reign to come that you will continue to reward small folk who come forth to said the quiet truth. Please look out for the low born officials too whom the nobility will try to push down.” “This I can promise.” “Your mjesty is wise, but it is to my incompetence that I cannot add that I understand what could cause such an immediate decay.” “The emperor has said there have been cases of this type of decay before. Perhaps it is due to a great internal energy caused by trauma.” “My theory then upon hearing this sharing of the sage emporer that maybe someone from the martial world has wandered here from a far away place?” “Which plac

"You're the most insolent... ungrateful player I know." Jana tightened her hold of Ezekiel's hand. The emperor saw her action and timely rolled his eyes. "I won't do anything to your man. He already caused me a lot of problems as it is now." "You..." Jana swallowed her nervousness. "Are you the creator of this game?" "That—" The emperor's voice changed into a more youthful voice. A middle aged man. "I am. Your Ezekiel was one of those hundreds who used to comment bad shit and give two star reviews under the games I developed. Fucking assholes."

I introduced myself to her. "Are you the founder?" she asked me, tilting her to the side. "No, what made you think like that?" "Your last name is Harlow... The empire is called the Harlow empire," she replied. The imperial system started three hundred and fifty years ago, so her question was reasonable. The world had gone through many changes to reach the final established system. "Emperors have to give up their actual last name and use the last name of the actual founder which is also the name of the empire once they take that position," I explained to her. “I’m the third emperor of this empire.”

Hearing this, she couldn't help but laugh again. "Now that it's like this, do you still want to comfort me?" "I am not comforting you. I really think so..." That was John's true thoughts. As such, he pursed his lips lightly and asked, "Do you know why the ancient emperors called themselves as 'I'?" "Why?" "Because on the road of becoming a king, you must be lonely, ruthless, and heartless. Only then can you sit firmly at the top of the world."

Emily's POV: Waking up the next day was horrible; my tummy kept hurting, and it felt like my tummy was having war with my body. I groaned loudly as I turned around in bed; the house was really quiet, meaning everyone had already gone out. "Alright, Emily, you can do this. Just go to the bathroom and see what the problem is," I said to myself as I stood up slowly. Maybe I should have listened to Doctor Kingston about no sweets.

I returned the question to him since honestly, I did not know the answer. “First, she doesn’t have the characteristics of a witch, second, not a single feature she inherited from you and third, Immortal baby isn’t just a threat to Vampire but to all the race, you must have forgotten that part.” My composure has been long gone when it comes to my daughter. I even forgot that part. I sighed and looked through the window. “And the possibility that your plan will work?” “Unfortunately, the possibility is lower than I desire,” answered him.

They both returned to the kitchen as I looked back at my laptop. But something caught my eyes, this is an article about the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia. Many say that the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia is currently finding his soon-to-be Empress. These were the things written. In our world, when the leader grows up, he has to find a wife before he turns 21. If he doesn't do this, he will lose his position. I don't know that man but I know that he is a strong and wise leader. I rarely compliment people but he deserves it anyway since we are currently both on the top 1.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.