Novel & Cerita Son Of The Emperor

The array’s melted into their skin and stamped on their souls, flew out of their bodies to the other and settled on the opposite souls. Both Emperor Cyraeneus and Igris felt their souls burn, but it wasn’t a powerful burn that hurt them enough but it scared Igris who started crying, “Where the hell are you taking my son?” Emperor Cyraeneus glared at his son and said, “Not only did you ruin my reputation, you gave birth to that thing and killed an elder for that thing, you stay here while I deal with your child.” Queseon got up and glared at his father, “Deal with my child? You mean your grandchild right?”

“Questions for you.” “Questions,” Sophia echoed, louder now. “From who?” The man did not answer first. He looked at the sleeping child. The way he looked at the child made Elara’s skin move. “Is that yours?” he asked. Elara felt the floor under her feet shift. The child slept, unaware. Elara swallowed. “Yes.” The man closed his folder. He had a hand like a clamp. “You should come quietly,” he said. “It will be easier for you and for us.”

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

“A great man with a disappointed son. It really fits you as the disappointed son — Commodus Antoninus, son of Marcus Aurelius Antoninus the Last Good Emperor of Rome.” Aurelius went pale before glowing red with his eyes narrowed. “How did you know?” “That portrait in your meeting room. The way you looked at it, those are the same eyes as mine when I longed for a father. And you did say that you have personal issues with Hercules, and you did say you want to rectify Rome’s fall. Commodus was the one who started it in the first place while he partied and dressed like Hercules in gladiator matches.”

"I heard Henry is coming today," Vanessa, the eldest daughter of Emperor Francis Williams said to Victoria, The wife of Marcus Williams. The third son of the Emperor and empress Gabriella. "Yes, I heard so too, and also he'll be bringing his so-called bride," Victoria replied with a frown. Her husband, Marcus is the most unpopular of the three sons. He doesn't involve himself in royal battles, trying to claim or succeed the empire. She wasn't satisfied with his decision, but she had no choice. Maybe it'll bring peace to both of them and their marriage. But deep down, she also wants to become an Empress.

Aster glowered down at them and asked, “Just tell me what are the vile things that the Emperor did and I’ll think if I’ll spare your life or not.” I watch in horror as one of them kneeled forward to Aster. It was Advisor Thompson, the coin master who manages all the wealth of the Empire, “Y-Your Grace, it is true that the Emperor was the one who sent all those men to annihilate the Bentham Clan, resulting in the death of your parents. It is w-well known in every corner of the Empire after he brought the head of your father here and displayed it in the pike for everyone as a warning for those who w-wanted to oppose the regime,” Thompson stuttered. His hands were both shaking while confessing

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A familiar voice rang in her ear. Consort Mia lost her wits! Though the voice sounds familiar, he can't see his face covered with the veil attached to a bamboo hat. Impossible! The Former Emperor is alive! "Your... Y-your Majesty!" "Don't call me that, I am just a normal citizen now, I'm not here to bring you some news despite that I know you are already aware what happened to your claimed son, dirty lover and your biological daughter who came from Buddha knows who was that man." Former Emperor Jong snorted.

Maxinus asked desperately. “No there was no other way…except…No, no, no, it can't be.” “What grandmother what is it how is it the Emperor now walks the earth again?” “Before my father locked him away in the tomb. The Emperor realizing his faith tried to plea with my father. He said all he had done was for his queen, he wanted to be worthy of her. He told my father that he was robbing him of the chance to find his mate. My father said he had laughed at the emperor. “You think any sane woman would want to be your Queen after the horrible things you have done.” “How do you know that it will be a human woman that is to be my Queen? It could very well be any woman from your bloodline that is mean