On The Emperor's Lap Novels & Stories

Chelsea prediction came true at once, at Rogue's words , The Emperor puffed up like an oversized ballon and whirled right at their direction to stare at his son in the face . " creating a ruckus am I ? How can you even say that ? " said the Emperor looking throughly upset " I was sleeping - sleeping peacefully with Mr .Kuma Kuma here ." he said pointing at the pink bear in his left hand " mind you ..When all of a sudden out of no where , without any rhyme or reason - these two landed right on top of me ! Right on my - The Emperor of this Empire 's bed ! You're worrying about me creating a ruckus ? You should be worried about me ! Me ! Your old father - whose breath was nearly knocked out of

“The books went through all the world, and a few of them once came to the Emperor. He sat in his golden chair, and read, and read: every moment he nodded his head, for it pleased him to peruse the masterly description of the city, the palace, and the garden. ‘But the Nightingale is the best of all,’ it stood written there. “What’s that?” exclaimed the Emperor. I don’t know the Nightingale at all! Is there such a bird in my empire, and in my garden? I’ve never heard of that. To think that I should have to learn such a thing for the first time from books!’

"Cold sweat drenched Audrey's back upon hearing the emperor calling her name. She was not sure why, but she really don't feel good about this. "Ehem,.." Prince Nike cleared his throat. He probably feelt that the presence of the emperor brought discomfort to Lady Audrey. "My son! Goodness! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Instead of getting irritated for his son's interruption, the emperor reacted the opposite. He laughed as if there is no tomorrow. His eyes that was almost negligible at first glance seems to disappear after he smile widely. "Lady Audrey, your beauty really exceeds your fame. I heard so much about you and I'm glad to finally had a chance to meet you."

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 15: INDESCRIBABLE EMOTIONS Leen was confused about what happened inside but she had no right to ask, thus she stayed silent. Despite the fact that even the Empress said that the Emperor was a scary person, the Empress had a bright smile on her face. It was seemingly the exact opposite of what the Empress told. Leen looked back and shrugged her shoulders. It seemed that even the Emperor couldn’t handle the Empress’s cuteness and had fallen for her at first sight.

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

Final. Aurelia's face lights with understanding. "Of course, of course. Go, go. You mustn’t keep them waiting." She waves us off and turns back to her circle, already laughing at something someone else has said. He steers me away, his hand moving from my wrist to the small of my back. I wait until we are clear of the nearest group before I say anything. “The Ferraris.” “There are no Ferraris.” I glance at him sideways. “You lied to your mother.”

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

Soheila finally greeted the Emperor completely. “You may rise.” The Emperor said with his deep voice. Soheila observed the Emperor as she stared at him. The Emperor still looks so handsome as ever. His dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes feel like you're in an ocean when you look at it. He is the most handsome father that Soheila had seen. (I wonder how my father would look like. Well, I'm pretty, so he may be handsome.) The Emperor, Soheila, and the six birds went to the garden of the First Princess again. They sat there and drank an expensive tea.