On The Emperor's Lap Novels & Stories

Before Alicia was going to tell them what was on her mind, Betty lightly taps her on the shoulder and signaled her not to say anything since Betty doesn't want to embarrass the empress with her statement or else, the empress might alter her mood. While Valerie is admiring her favorite flower, Forget-me-nots, she has a thought for a question she wants to ask because she has always wanted to know who this great emperor in this empire is. She also considers how she will address the emperor; she is hesitant to question them, but she persists.

I understand it will be hard for you considering you have to die for me. Latte shocked her head, languidly. Her eyes had full acceptance. The death that she was seeking had already presented itself in front of her. The emperor had extended her hand and helped her to achieve the end she hoped for. “I am nothing but sincere, My Lord. Thank you and goodbye.” Caramel was fighting for her dear life with Whitey witnessed the sight in a horror. Latte seemed to be bewitched by the emperor. Her tired eyes flickered at the emperor, there’s no sign of craziness. Under such circumstances, Caramel smartly derived the conclusion.

"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.

"We stay tight. Kenji, that door on the right,does it overlook the throne area?" He checked the latch, eased it open a crack. "Perfect vantage. Stay low." We crowded in, peering through the narrow gap. Below us stretched the grand hall, all crimson banners and polished obsidian. The Emperor sat slumped on his throne, skin pale as parchment, eyes half-closed. Guards stood at rigid attention, but their focus kept drifting to the woman commanding the center of the floor. Lila. She wore the empire's formal military coat like it was made for her, gold epaulets gleaming under the lights. A cluster of officers surrounded her, nodding at every word.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

MEMORIES OF THE EMPEROR Diana Lu was a princess sent by the emperor as a tribute of peace for the dragon Emperor. “Shall we start the dance?” asked the Empress. “Yeah, go ahead,” said the Emperor. “Might as well get it over with.” He waved his hand to have the dancers ready. He sighed as he thought that it was going to be the same as usual. Boring and unentertaining.

CHAPTER 22 REVES AND MAE rushed to His Majesty who was sitting on the wooden chair while Zelia is sitting on the Emperor's lap while her face is buried on his neck while her arms was on His Majesty's neck, as her hand extend to his back where there is a lot of scratches and also blood.

the emperor replied, masking his underlying unease with a composed demeanor. "And what about Lucas?" the emperor inquired, eager to hear about his son's progress. "Alfred praised him, Your Majesty," the aide reported with a hint of admiration in his voice. "Lucas has shown impressive strength, far surpassing Addison. It seems he has inherited the imperial prowess in swordsmanship. Additionally, Martha mentioned that he has taken a keen interest in the history of the imperial family."

Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself. Wilbur fell silent. There might be people who envied the emperor's life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment. Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and move. This trapped all of him, body, and soul. Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass. Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again. The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.

Even playboys would show some reaction, but he was indifferent. The rubicund love bite on his swollen lip was quite visible. Nobody could think that it was a bug bite unless the person was an idiot. "Dante, do you have no shame?" The Empress howled at him. Her face had turned white with rage. "How could you do it in front of the emperor? Do you not even respect the throne?" The Emperor was watching us quietly. He seemed like he couldn't care less if Dante and I started humping in front of him. I couldn't help but feel that something was horribly wrong here. Was that how an emperor supposed to react?