Son Of The Emperor Novels & Stories

He stood calmly on the mountaintop with his hands behind him. “Lucifer’s father was a Grand Emperor and the Emperor of one of the Demon Race’s clans.”

“If you weren’t my only son. I would have cut out your tongue and given it out to feed the worms.” “Too, bad,” Eric said and laughed for the first since he was born. “Too bad, I happen to be your son, and not one of those unfortunate lives you use as your plaything.” The Emperor laughed too, but Eric could sense the anger which the man was trying to conceal under a fake smile. The Emperor hated challenge. He was like the race himself. He was always trying to keep people on the edge so as to remain on top if that’s how he had wanted it, why then had he bothered to have son.

“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.”

His father did not strike once or twice; he struck again and again, until Do-won felt the world blur at its edges and his chest rattled with blood. When the assault paused, it was not mercy. It was calculation. The king crouched, seized his son by the collar, and dragged him upright until their faces nearly touched. His breath reeked of wine, but his words were sharpened to a knife’s edge. “You thought you would create a hazard right beneath my nose and get away with it?” he snarled. Do-won’s stomach churned. His father’s grip was crushing the collar against his throat, cutting off what little air he had. His voice cracked, “Fa… Father…”

"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.”

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

with a minimum wealth of 100 billion rupiah who can get the card, must also meet the selection requirements. Haven had long abandoned BlackCard more than three years since becoming the son-in-law of the Lee family, and left the throne of the war god of Medicine Country. "Brother Clark, I'll ask my men to take you home," Camela said as she bowed hers head after handing over the card.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the