Sinful Life Of The Emperor Novels & Stories

"Elina, what have you done? What were you thinking?" I began to pace. The floor was cold under my feet, but my skin felt like it was on fire. I walked from the bed to the window and back again, my hands trembling. "I was almost sent back to the afterlife," I muttered. "He almost killed me right there on that bed with his cock and his sword" Then, a small smile started to pull at the corners of my mouth. I tried to push it down, but I couldn't. "But at least I got to fuck the emperor," I said to the empty room. "I actually tasted his cock. That alone is enough for ten lifetimes."

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.

Flinch! The razor-sharp stare drilled inside her back head. Apparently, the emperor heard her inner thoughts and hated the thoughts. To him, she was always the betrayer. Like it or not, she must live through the humiliation until the emperor decided that it was enough. It wouldn’t happen in the near future, though. She and her twin’s sins were too great to be forgiven. It was a pure miracle their heads were still intact. First shook her head and raised her hand. Her body floated in the air as easily as her breath.

However, unlike his opponent, he was going to walk away alive today and he was not afraid to say that. “I will make sure that I drink from your skull for years to come. Your bones will I refine into the choicest of furniture and his muscles will I thread into the fanciest of spreads. I will definitely kill you today! I will make sure that my name is all you here when I send you to the underworld and gift your soul to the keepers thereof. Remember my name for it shall be the last thing you hear in this short life of yours!” “My name is Sameed Minhaj, the Cruel Emperor who reaps a thousand lives!”

"What do you mean, the final straw?" Brinn asked. The prince remained still for a long time before answering. "I had myself convinced that even with all I have done, I could still be a good Emperor. I thought in the end the good would make up for all the bad. I was wrong. All this time I was just being 'handled'. I pushed myself further into the grandeur of fame and honor and glory. All because Cafer told me I deserved it. That I was worthy. But deep down I knew: it was all a lie. I am a fraud." Alaron's voice was full of grief.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted. Sophia came in with mail. She dropped it on the table and sat hard. “There’s a note,” she said. “In the box. From someone who knows the old name.” Elara’s hands froze over the grinder. “Did they open it?” “No.” Sophia’s eyes were quick. “I did not. I want you to decide.” Elara took a breath, held it, let it out slow. She thought of the life she had left. The divorce that never said the child existed. The talk in boardrooms that would never learn about a small beating heart. She wanted the world clean, small, and private.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be swayed by such emotions. At least, that was what he told himself. But as he watched the branches bow to the wind’s embrace, he wasn’t so sure anymore. How was it that he could be ruthless enough to run a mafia empire, to kill without hesitation, yet be blind to the simplest truth—that he cared? How had he not realized that his lies and manipulations would only lead to his downfall? That he would lose the one person who had ever cared about him, leaving him utterly, irrevocably alone?

“Regardless of whether this is the Swallows’ or another family’s territory, it’s all a part of Florence’s land. “Am I not in my own country? No one can stand above Florence’s laws, and no one can shield the eternal criminal of Florence!” “The fake emperor seized power and committed countless murders. “He led to the tragic deaths of the Lycantroops' officers, making their spirits unable to rest in peace. This is his first crime! “He secretly researched insect poisons and used Florence’s soldiers as collateral. This is his second crime! “He impersonated the emperor and committed unlawful acts, causing Florence to fall into chaos. This is his third crime!

Andrew George Vanhi was the reason why the cheerful, lively, and easygoing person became different. The deaths of his family had a great impact on him, which had a bad result. Of course, no one could blame him. Fighting and rising the Lhuxia’s flag for months in the battlefield, defeating the enemy and win was his only purpose of going away. Although he won, his family’s deaths defeated his emotions and became a different person. If in the past, he could give thousands of golds to someone, now, he would ignore them and kill them instantly. The Emperor was a victim, so was the Empress who had to go through beatings after beating every day. It was a method for keeping her mouth shut from telli