Novel & Cerita The Emperor And I

Henry asked in a voice so tiny it barely qualified as a whisper. “The emperor had just returned from where he went to sign some documents for goods shipment to base 4, when he heard the commotion before her door. She had chased the servants out under the pretense of needing some quiet time to herself. When the emperor called out to her but got no response, he broke down the door, only to see that she had hanged herself.” Liam gasped out, and cold sweat covered every inch of his skin, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.

She’d matured into one interesting character. Edger knew now for sure that this would be an interesting meeting of two interesting characters. He couldn’t help but wonder if George was ready for this meeting he was about to experience. He was pretty sure that Eva wasn’t, but she appeared to be able to handle just about anything the Emperor could throw at her with a grace that surprised many. She didn’t stop to question or make the Emperor think about his decisions and ideas. But only when he asked for it, Eva didn’t offer unsolicited advice like the Empress had and many appreciated it, including the Emperor. Edger felt that was part of her ability or power to stay this long by his side. Or,

Rima said with a shrug as Penn kept her mouth shut and let Rima drag her to wherever they were going because she knew that she was not getting out of it for both of them to call a truce, something which Penn thought they would only do if it was her dying wish, well she hoped that what she had to tell them was a good enough reason for them because if not, she was going to suffer through the backlash of the truce in the next couple of days. ***** “No. it cannot be true.” Rima shook her head. “The emperor is nice and kind and he wouldn’t do something like this.” “And how would you know, it is not liked you have had any conversation with the man since you were seven.” Stanley snaps at Rima. “She

It was then that Harriet looked up at the silhouette against the golden sun. Harriet shed tears of blood. *** The Emperor opened his eyes wide on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He growled softly. "Looks like I've been napping too much," he mumbled. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep. Maybe he should just work his night at his study alone. However, just as he was about to raise up, suddenly there was a knock on his door. "Your Majesty!" The Emperor lifted his body fitfully and opened the door. "What is it? There is a problem?"

The sight before him left Harrison utterly speechless. “The Emperor... is doing this?” Harrison mumbled, stunned. A whirlwind of confusion and disbelief swirled inside him. The man he had known as a cold, distant ruler was now displaying a level of care and intimacy beyond imagination. The Emperor was using his own mouth a gesture reserved only for someone deeply beloved.

"Cold sweat drenched Audrey's back upon hearing the emperor calling her name. She was not sure why, but she really don't feel good about this. "Ehem,.." Prince Nike cleared his throat. He probably feelt that the presence of the emperor brought discomfort to Lady Audrey. "My son! Goodness! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Instead of getting irritated for his son's interruption, the emperor reacted the opposite. He laughed as if there is no tomorrow. His eyes that was almost negligible at first glance seems to disappear after he smile widely. "Lady Audrey, your beauty really exceeds your fame. I heard so much about you and I'm glad to finally had a chance to meet you."

the Sincalion states, a slight tone of surprise in his voice. The Emperor offers a small smile lifting his hand from the Goddess’s palm. and stands up. "I'm glad I never have deal with your stupid tests,” he declares as he walks toward the door without looking back.

The former emperor only sobbed harder. Katherine walked forward. Without hesitation... she took the portrait from his hands. Her fingers gently brushed the painted face of Kia. Her cold expression softened for only a heartbeat. Then she looked back down at the former emperor. "You don't deserve her forgiveness." "You should live." "Live long enough to remember every sin you committed." "Remember what you did..." "...to your own daughter." The words struck harder than any sword. Emperor Ian grabbed her wrist. "Empress!" "That's enough."

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

As the taxi pulled up to the gates of the estate my father, Quinn, had built from the ground up, my heart hammered against my ribs. Qunnix Innovations had been his life’s work, and as his only daughter, it was supposed to be my legacy but when his heart failed him four years ago, I was left entirely alone. Or so I thought, until Dean Emiliano walked into my life. Dean had been a bartender at a high end lounge downtown when we met. He was drop dead gorgeous, dark hair chiseled jaw, blue eyes, and a smooth, attentive charm that made me feel like the center of the universe when I was drowning in grief.