The Emperor And I Novels & Stories

Was he not the child born of the power of Gini? Eric’s emerald green eyes averted to the man with a brown bushy mustache, who sat beside him. The man was laughing with some Drudge girl that danced on his laps. He didn’t know the man’s name. Names were forbidden in the Emperor’s court. It makes men become too informal, and informality was a disease that a strong empire should avoid. His father had said when asked why. Well, maybe that’s not everything there is to it. Emperor Ganto has a way of trying to hide things behind the other side of the curtain, but he always forgets that the wind blows sometimes, and when it blows, even the anus of a chicken could be seen. “That’s it, my dear. That’s

The Emperor smiled and said nothing more. Soon, a man and woman walked toward them. It was James and Cynthia. The Emperor immediately stood up and opened his arms to hug James. “James, what a rare visitor!” James lifted his foot and kicked the Emperor as he said coldly, “Don’t put on an act. You know why I’m here.” The Emperor quickly dodged his kick and took a few steps backward. “What do you mean, James? I’ve no idea why you’ve come to see me,” the Emperor said with a puzzled expression.

I said. “I know.” “Maybe the restaurant mixed up the orders.” “Maybe.” Nina didn’t sound convinced. I turned the photograph over again and read Ethan’s handwriting from years ago. “Next year, I’ll buy you the whole cake.” The Ethan in that photograph would never have ordered red roses for another woman on our anniversary. At least, I wanted to believe he wouldn’t. “Nina, can you send me whatever you saw?” “I can send you the expense request, but I don’t want to get in trouble for sharing company documents.”

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

The Emperor was still wearing the robe, he's standing while Zelia was sitting on the couch, raising her head to look at him. "What are you doing?"Zelia asked boredly. The Emperor starts taking off the first layer of his robe, "I'm taking off my clothes." "Why are you taking off your clothes in front of me?"Zelia asked. "Hmm... because I want you to look at my body?"The Emperor said without even changing the expression of his face. Zelia's jaw dropped at what he just said, 'Is their Emperor's on high?' END OF CHAPTER 5

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

My eyes drifted up to the contact name and my hand began to shake. I had sent it to the wrong person. It wasn't my best friend. It was the Little Emperor who was currently away on a business trip. My boss, Michael Vance. Rumor had it that the Little Emperor was terrifyingly fierce when scolding people. He possessed a face that could easily command a six-figure price tag if he chose to model, yet he wore a permanent cold scowl every single day. He looked as if the entire world owed him a slap across the face. Even before meeting him in person, I had heard plenty about his glorious exploits.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

"What's the rush? There's no family emergency." I couldn't tell her why. Maybe it was the three calls from Flora last night. The urgency in her voice—a sound I'd never heard from her before. She said she had something important to tell me. "Business," I lied. Before the plane landed, I had the driver swing by Cartier. "That diamond bracelet," I said, pointing at the one in the window. "The hundred-thousand-dollar one." The salesman's eyes lit up. "An excellent choice, Mr. Falcone. This is our limited edition—"

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”