On The Emperor's Lap Novels & Stories

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

But that chapter of her life was closed. "Empress." He bowed a little and placed a light kiss on her knuckle. His voice was soft and enticing and Elva and Naomi almost swooned! "Shall we?" He asked, looking at everyone. The Emperor nodded and he led them back to a special part of the event where a couple of white couches were uniquely placed. Two other Emperors were present and they nodded to each other in acknowledgement. Astheria and La Croft wasn't the only Empires in the world.

On their last day in the woods, Eloy woke up first. He felt the two set of firm arms around him. Eloy always wondered these days as they got physically close if the emperors would like it if he initiated touches. He would like to. Emperor Adharva's hair was strewn all over his face. He wanted to move it away. But the man intimidated him on some level. And Mithraos had always been indifferent after they grew up. Earlier he used to play with Eloy's hair a lot.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

He felt as if his blood had dried up and that he was slowly melting away. The Empress was covering her mouth with terror in her eyes when she saw this. Even the Emperor was struggling to hold himself from dashing toward his only son. When Mateo fall down onto the ground as he curled up, the both of them dashed toward him when 1 hour finally passed. Emperor Niphone put the Daylight Ring back on Mateo's finger and the Empress put her robe around Mateo. Seeing her son's vulnerable appearance, hatred grew even deeper inside Empress Lamia's heart for Carissa.

The Immortal Emperor said coldly, "Nine of the ten Immortal Emperors on Earth were killed by us. How could we fear Immortal Emperor Chu?" Suddenly, a dazzling starlight burst out of a star. The star trembled slightly. It hit the Immortal Emperor like a huge cannonball. The Immortal Emperor's figure flashed and disappeared. The star brushed past him and flew into the depths of the starry sky. "Humph, you are truly a coward. Are you tired of living?" The Immortal Emperor stood on a star, causing the star to tremble as if it was about to explode. Boom! The star really exploded. A terrifying storm swept over. The Immortal Emperor originally wanted to show off his strength and didn't expect to cr

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

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.

Zara Harper The air in the office felt denser the moment I saw him. I felt like I was dreaming, or like I was seeing things. The Alexander Sterling. He walked past me like I didn’t exist, like he didn't even see me. But I felt him. His scent hit me first, crisp, clean, woodsy, then his presence washed over me like static. His shoulder brushed mine while passing to his office, and I swear to God, every nerve in my body lit up like firecrackers.

With every word, his voice grew rougher, until it was almost a choke. "I know 'sorry' is useless," he went on. "I know you have a new life, a new world. But Flora... please. Give me one chance. Just one chance to make up for what I did." I listened silently, a storm of emotions churning inside me. This man, once as proud as an emperor, was now standing before me, utterly broken. "What kind of chance?" I asked. He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly. "Come home and see," he said, his voice almost a prayer. "Just once. Come back to the manor."