The Emperor And I Novels & Stories

She never wanted to be convinced over this ridiculous idea of giving up her decades-old love, and ‘Mate Mark'. “Sshhh…, Listen to me. I have already lived my entire life. But you can have more years to go by. You have to be there for our children. Besides, I won’t be around anymore as I have already learned the truth from that book.” Emperor revealed that he was also wary of everything. The lady parted her lips in agape, her hands holding her late husband tightly in the terror of him disappearing plainly from her sight, and couldn’t help but ask,

“We are at the foot of the mountain where snow is present all year-round. It still remains a mystery as to how that is possible, but that is not our problem right now. Let’s just hope that those two have not gone too far.” What even made the emperor unsettled was the fact that the ex-couple could possibly be together. Just imagining them reconciling made him mad deep within. Who knows? After that trip, Emery might suddenly come up to him and claim that she wanted to go back to the eastern continent. His silence and the way he tightly gripped the reins gave Lady Emily the signal that the emperor was on edge. As much as she wanted Emery and King Lawson to clear up whatever rift they had betwee

The Empress said, still not taking her eyes off her book. The Emperor started thinking back to his little girl and the times they spent together. He was remembering the first time she shifted and how he taught her to fly for the first time. His lips curled up in a small smile at the memory. They sat there in silence for a few more moments before the Empress excused herself to use the bathroom. She made sure to lock the door behind her even though this bathroom was only used by her husband and herself. She pulled out her phone to read the message that prompted her to excuse herself.

When the night started to wind down, she got up and said, “Emperor, I Ruby Scarlet, request an audience with you. In regard to annul-” Eric got up at hearing her words and said, “Father today is a great day, why not take a shot of liquor with me. Last one to finish the cup, will take another drink.” Startled at Eric sudden interruption she stared at him in confusion. The Emperor looked at him and laughed. He nodded in agreement and took the drink down in one gulp. Eric too also finished it in one gulp. Since it was a tie, they both drink another shot. “Emperor-” said Ruby.

Although it was said in a low voice, there was no one who didn't hear what he said. "You will all die for your sin." That was the only sentence that could be heard far and wide. It shocked everyone present there when Tsarayu said it in his heavy voice. To many people, this scene looked like the King of Hell giving his judgment on sinners. "Aren't you getting a bit too overconfident, little guy? Now that you have killed a monster king, you dare have the courage to talk to a monster emperor like that? Let me tell you, you have yet to grasp the power difference between an emperor and a king." Monster Emperor Taras snorted as he saw Tsarayu standing motionless before him, looking at him with dis

“Seduce you? With me in the next room? Bold.” I walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. “She does not understand. No one does.” He looked up at me. “Understand what?” I reached out and cupped his face with one hand. “That I cannot stop thinking about you. That every time you are near me, the rest of the world fades. That I would burn this empire to the ground before I let anyone take you from me.” Aziel’s eyes widened slightly. Then that quirky smile returned. “Careful, Emperor. You are starting to sound obsessed.”

Get as much as you can. "Seems like you're not used to things like this," he murmured close to my ear just before a guest moved toward us. "I'm fine." I kept my chin level, my voice smooth. "Watch me handle it." He smiled for half a second, and I hated myself for noticing. This asshole should not be allowed to look like that. I shut it down fast. He kills innocent people. Don't forget it. "Princess," his voice dropped into a softer version. It made my skin crawl. I plastered on a smile and thought of Kael, holding the image there like a shield. For a second, it almost worked.

Then his gaze snapped toward me. “Flora,” he said coldly, “care to explain why documents from my private study are suddenly in circulation?”

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.