Little Emperor Syndrome Novels & Stories

Anamika thundered. Everyone froze, including Seraphina who was standing a few feet away. The image of the videos they’ve watched about their first Female Emperor, the story they’ve heard about her, and the image of her in their minds, all started rushing out in full force. Anamika spoke exactly how Emperor Dorothy used to. She was the First Emperor in the history of Hassride to ever use the royal pronouns. When asked why, her reply was:

Clouded with a thick fog of apprehension and nervousness, Keira blurted a 'yes sir', to the owner of the voice, even before she could stop herself. Appalled and embarrassed by her impulsive response to his command, which everyone heard clearly, she pulled the door open and scurried out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, his small hands patting Elena’s cheeks. "I’m sorry, Leo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m so sorry the world is like this. But I promise you... I will burn every shadow until there’s nothing left but light for you." She rocked him in the silence, the Chairperson of the Syndicate and the mother of the heir, two halves of a woman who was finally beginning to understand the true cost of her crown. Outside, the sun was high over the city, but the clouds were gathering on the horizon. The "Joint Empire" was formed. The board was purged. And in the shadows of Singapore, a new enemy was waiting for the Empress to arrive.

It was the same city air, the same quiet hum, but something in it tightened like a wire. He did not speak at once. He stood there with his hands at his sides, watching the small face. Then he said, low and rough like a lock opening, “Is that mine?”

“The reason why it looks like you are not pregnant is because you are denying that truth, making your mind believe it. Erebus told me that in the past months, you experienced nausea, you were being picky with your food, and was easily worn out. Emery, those are signs of your pregnancy. If only you accept it, then you will see.” If there was one word Emery would choose to describe the emperor right at that moment, it would be ‘crazy.’ She did experience those other symptoms, but it was just impossible to happen. It was her body. She should have noticed it and had known it before anyone else. It was not like she wanted a child at the moment because she knew too well that if she were indeed car

Why did they need to acquire such a small company? However, as soon as he saw the name Emperor, he understood. Zac did not want to live off of the glory of his family. Thus, at the age of eighteen, Zac founded the Emperor Group, tackling the main responsibilities of infrastructure and construction. Now, the industries that the company covered had extended to IT, Internet, and tourism. Was he now trying to gain Emperor an entry into the media business? Anyway, he was known for having the Midas touch, and his investments turned out to be highly profitable. The business community started calling him an investment compass. Thus, William only executed his orders.

Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field. Tech companies to Automobiles, Gaming to Jewellery companies. Its fierce roar could be heard in every corner of the vast business world. The king of the Jungle. She took her steps toward the Building. Her hands tucked in her pockets and her coat hung around her shoulders like a cape made her look majestic. Her every step made some employees feel agitated. She looked at them like a Monarch looking at her subjects. Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress.

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.