The Emperor And I Novels & Stories

I'm sure you'd agree with me we didn't hear from our lovely emperor and his wife, let alone the entire family, about twenty years ago. But, by the grace of God, His Imperial Majesty Sir Justice Maclean and Dr. Mrs. Doris Maclean, Emperor of the Indo Continent, have arrived. His Majesty and his wife waved their hands in the air. The audience applauded. We have His Majesty's presence. Dr. Bumba is the Middle Zone continent's Emperor. You are most welcome, Dr. We have His Majesty's presence. King Young Junior, the Far North continent's vice Emperor. You are most welcome, Your Majesty.

The Immortal Emperor said coldly, "Nine of the ten Immortal Emperors on Earth were killed by us. How could we fear Immortal Emperor Chu?" Suddenly, a dazzling starlight burst out of a star. The star trembled slightly. It hit the Immortal Emperor like a huge cannonball. The Immortal Emperor's figure flashed and disappeared. The star brushed past him and flew into the depths of the starry sky. "Humph, you are truly a coward. Are you tired of living?" The Immortal Emperor stood on a star, causing the star to tremble as if it was about to explode. Boom! The star really exploded. A terrifying storm swept over. The Immortal Emperor originally wanted to show off his strength and didn't expect to cr

How could anyone be so perfect? The Emperor was so enamored with his future Empress that, after a few unsuccessful attempts to gain his attention, Dion moved to block his view. "Your future Empress is trash-talking you in front of an audience. Aren't you going to say something? Don't you have any dignity?" He instigated with a tone that said he wanted to see their house burn up in flames. Zeonen coldly snorted. "Dignity? What dignity? As an Emperor, it's a matter of great pride for me to see my future Empress isn't afraid to tell me when I'm wrong."

Yet that man in white remained on the ship, not intending on moving one bit. The emperor stared at him, speaking coldly. “Why aren’t you going down there?” The man in white froze. “Your Majesty, are you asking me to go look as well?” The emperor replied. “What? Can you not?” The man looked at him, then swung his fist towards the emperor out of nowhere. Whoosh! The North Emperor dodged, and yelled in sheer fury. “What are you doing? How dare you attack the emperor?” “You’re not the North Emperor, you’re an impostor!” The man continued. “Everyone, come back up here! He’s not the emperor, he’s that Rockefeller brat.”

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

Lady? "Rise," the emperor commands. I raise from deep curtsy. And I wish I could tell you the Emperor is a healthy-looking man. But he isn't. I know from my history class Emperor Titus dies young. The history books don't mention what he dies of. But the man in front of me is sickly. His skin is paper-thin, stretched against bone. His hair is graying, and he looks gray and tired. He's not much longer for this world.

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.

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.

He smirks as though he thinks he’s superior. “More champagne?” the flight attendant asks. Blue Eyes looks over at me. “Here’s your chance to order for us.” I stare at him flatly. Okay, he’s really starting to annoy me now. “We’ll have two, please.” “What do you like about rom-coms?” he asks while keeping his eyes on his screen. “Men who stay quiet during movies,” I whisper into my champagne glass. A broad smile spreads across his face. “What do you like about...” I pause because I have no idea what Lincoln is actually about. “Political movies?” I ask. “That they’re boring as hell?”

“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.