The Emperor And I Novels & Stories

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?"

"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.

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

It was the most important ceremony in the empire, the moment that separated ordinary nobles from true rulers. And tomorrow… she was supposed to become Alpha Cassian’s chosen bride. The thought alone made warmth bloom inside her despite the cold. A small smile touched her lips as she crossed the courtyard. Exhaustion ached through every part of her body. She had worked since dawn without a single moment of rest—scrubbing banquet halls until her knees burned against marble floors, polishing silver goblets until her reflection stared back at her, sewing ceremonial robes until her fingertips bled from countless needle pricks.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

Asalan Enlim says, dismissing them all. They filed out, leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reached the door frame. They now again and leave, closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she has not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked, taking steps down the bedstand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here, but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The Emperor asked her.

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.