Living With The Emperor Novels & Stories

There's no way that she will be in danger when Finesia have the look that she's safe when she finds him. "The Emperor is living inside the Imperial Palace in the central Capital. It's far from here but I can ask Jake, Mariano's friend to let us ride his carriage." Finesia hurriedly embraced the innocent human. It wasn't intentional, but somehow the inner core of Finesia's caged trust starts to shattered slowly. Humans aren't to be trusted, they are greedy they say, but in her mind, there's nothing wrong trusting one more human to create a path of your own survival.

“Hey, I can’t do that to you. You guys are my best pals.” “You did it before, Gareth.” Cassandra pointed to the prophesy in the glass which was under her armpit. “The past is the past, okay. Besides, it doesn’t make any sense again. Since the emperor is dead.” “The emperor is dead?” Vera asked. “Oh you haven’t heard. Well, he is dead. Rumors are flying around that his son killed him.” “That is ridiculous. The Emperor has no son.” Vera chuckled. “How old are you, Watcher? Ten years? Do you want to tell me that you are the only one who didn’t know that the Emperor bore a son out of his immortality?”

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

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.

The Emperor with his advisers, do with the girls whatever they desire—bunch of sick fucks Selena walks into the village, she sees various homes destroyed, some without roof, soldiers breaking into some of the buildings and roughly throwing the residents out while looting them of their property. Skinny children are out on the street looking like what a dog threw up. The only emporium that is open was set up by the Emperor and this emporium never sells in small prices—another scheme by Josh to rid the people of the little they have

The chosen ones would get bitten by the emperor and a few selected vampires, then new vampires were to be born. "Hello everyone, I'm Adrian Harlow, the emperor of Harlow Empire. I know that your life is about to change a lot and you probably know the rules by now, but let me recite them again for you to clear up any misunderstanding," I started my speech. I could tell how nervous they looked and since I could read minds, I knew how afraid and confused most of them were. How could I blame them for being in that state? Some might think that they should be glad for being snatched away from the life of slavery, yet I understood where the fear stemmed from. I was once in their shoes and I know th

"Emperor, do you know that I've been so tired in the past few years... I miss you so much..." 'What's going on?' Darryl reacted. When he turned around to look, he was utterly dumbfounded. The Empress laid on the soft bed with her eyes closed. She seemed asleep, but she continued to talk in her sleep. "In all these years, I have dealt with the continent's affairs with all my heart. The South Cloud World has risen, and the people are living there happily. I did not embarrass you, but I feel so lonely, and I miss the days when you were around..."

Step continued. Lixien was a bit surprised. She wasn’t that shocked considering that the Emperor is a tyrant. He must be lacking nothing but… a bit of manners. The Emperor lacks a gentlemanly manner. Well, he looked elegant and fit, but the memories of last night which flushed down to her memory, made her believe that he was mannersless. ‘Maybe I’m just thinking too much.’ Lixien said to her mind. “So, who is working here for many years the most?”

I reassured him while he held a quizzical expression. He was confused. "You can go ahead and ask me your question." He allowed me and I swerved to sit properly. "It was said that Emperor Arnold didn't spend his childhood in the palace, but truly, the late Emperor had an affair with a lady who got pregnant and ran away. The child came back after years and claimed to be a descendant of the Emperor. From the things I had heard about the late Emperor, he was extremely relentless and rigorous…." I paused and stared at Cone to scan his emotion at my expression of his father, but he was rather attentive to what I was saying.

"At first I used to think it was to inflict me with pain and then I understood everything is not about me. He felt a purpose. He soon rose in the ranks with his skills and maturity. I hated sending him to wars, but I had no options. I was the emperor and I can't not send my best warrior to wars. He never, he never let me in after all that. Never too close to break him, I think that is what he might have thought. That I would break him. Maybe I did and didn't even realise it. Or I knew and I posed as if I didn't. In the rush of that period I had left him behind and when I came back, he was closed off and not the person I left behind. I deserve it for all the pain I had put him through." Mithr