Sentence With Emperor Novels & Stories

Dion loudly cleared his throat, but before he could speak, the sharp voice of a she-wolf cut through the air. "Mate? Your Majesty, do you hear yourself? You're saying this...lowly creature is your mate?" Eradine felt faint. What the he** was the Emperor saying? Mate? How could he have a mate? For the love of the goddess, he was the Lykan Emperor! It was impossible for him to have a mate. Is he doing this to put off our engagement? At the thought, Eradine lost her composure, and overcome with panic, she reached out and grabbed the female's tight bun.

"For generations, the Kestle family has shown constant support for the Vassethier family, and she is warm, intelligent and loving. She is the perfect match for my son, Harlan VII, and I am sure their union will be beneficial to our Empire" The room erupted in cheers. Everyone thought the Emperor didn't need to praise her so much, since they all knew her. But the Emperor continued with conviction: "I ask you to trust my judgment, my friends. Thetia is an exceptional woman, and I am convinced that her marriage to my son will strengthen our Empire and our position in the world. We will remain on top and perhaps even conquer new territories. The Emperor finished to the applause of the room. The

Devrim admitted with a lopsided grin. "And who was sweet Mairwen describing with such flowery language? Surely not Renat." The Empress leaned her head on Devrim's shoulder and she could feel him stiffen at the boy's name. "No! At least I hope not. She was describing me," the Emperor answered her humbly. "Then she could not have found truer words. You do look quite handsome. I like the curly lock down your forehead. You should do that more often." The woman tilted back her head and fluttered her eyelashes to plead her case.

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

Doing a crazy dance in his mind. "That Emperor paid me once to deal with a case. And I did what he had asked. But now he wants me dead. So the ministers don't have a thing to remove him from the throne." Huo Ling explained as he reached for his fan once again. "What did he order you to do?" Feng Shao asked him. He hoped that it wasn't something bad. Or his companion would be sad to work for a villain.

Aiden let out a sigh of relief once we’re settled in the car. “You okay?” he asks again. I let out a weak laugh. “I should be asking you that, you were thrown into the neck of things...” I say. I look at him. “You just won the freaking Super Bowl and you’re being thrown into a circus as soon as we meet. They’re not going to be talking about the super bowl tomorrow. This is all people are going to be talking about tomorrow. I’m sorry I took away from your win...” He shrugs his shoulders. “Meeting you is better than any super bowl win. And I grew up with the same circus remember?” he looks at me like I was a precious gem. “This felt like the bigger moment.”

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

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."

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.

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.