Oh My Emperor Season 2 Novels & Stories

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

People made up all sorts of wild guesses. All over the land, people looked towards the capital with a mix of awe and worry. The Emperor had returned, and he had brought an order that would change Kaldor completely. The old ways were being questioned, and the future, for the first time in a long time, felt unsure, hard to predict, and strangely, excitingly, alive. And somewhere, in the dark parts of the royal palace, I waited, wondering how this Liora would react when she found out that the man she saved, the man she promised to care for, was the Emperor who had now declared her his Empress.

Standing there, looking incredibly smug in a gray designer suit, was my ex-husband. Dean Emiliano. "You actually showed up," Dean sneered, a wicked, condescending smile playing on his lips. "And with Jared Donovan, no less. You really are a desperate little bitch, aren't you?" "Get away from me, Dean," I hissed, my hands shaking in rage. "Before I have Jared's security throw you out on your face." "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Dean chuckled, stepping closer. He tilted his head toward the far side of the ballroom. "Don't you want to see your family first?"

She never wanted to be convinced over this ridiculous idea of giving up her decades-old love, and ‘Mate Mark'. “Sshhh…, Listen to me. I have already lived my entire life. But you can have more years to go by. You have to be there for our children. Besides, I won’t be around anymore as I have already learned the truth from that book.” Emperor revealed that he was also wary of everything. The lady parted her lips in agape, her hands holding her late husband tightly in the terror of him disappearing plainly from her sight, and couldn’t help but ask,

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

There's nothing else I'm asking for now but I hope Shaun’s mother is still alive and I hope that they are together now. “He's beautiful, isn't he?” Maya whispered to me, immediately catching my attention. I was about to agree when he approached us carrying the tea tray. The golden emperor placed it on the center table and sat in the chair opposite to us. He crossed his legs and smiled at us. “So, these are Sandy's children. By the way, I'm Emer. The—” “They already know you,” Aunt Kyndra cut him off. Aunt Kyndra suddenly became hot-headed after we arrived.

"I think the show will be beginning soon, and I want to have a good seat. ------------------------------ Unlike the confrontation with the New Emperor's Army and the gnomes, which Aurora hoped she could end in peace, the pirates were a long-standing issue which needed to be handled no matter what. After meeting with the selkies, merfolk and Wai the night before, the Emperor was very ready to take down the scourge of the seas. After the sun rose that morning, Devrim had given his last goodbyes to his wife on the shoreline. Then, with Junayd and many more troops than he required, the Emperor went for a swim in his uniform.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!