The Emperor Of Man Novels & Stories

I was at a loss for words with what he just said. It was not because Julian had indeed probably sold me to him but the fact that he actually had the audacity to place a cheap value on me. As an immortal, no amount of human money or wealth could ever buy me. The shamelessness of this man was astonishingly annoying. He may be a man whose good looks could turn the heads of women and whose voice could make them obey whatever he said, but it was not even enough for me to be happy with.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

He had overheard the whispers, “Effeminate men like him are adored in art, in poetry, even in palace gossip—but not in heirs. And certainly, not in kings.” He did not want the throne. He did not want the princess. He did not want to rule over a land that would rather see him butcher himself into a mask than allow him to be what he was. He wanted to paint. He wanted to write. He wanted to slip away, westward, with the only person who had ever touched him gently. Was it too much to wish? But wishes had no place here. “If you defy me again,” the king growled, releasing him with a shove that sent him sprawling back onto the floor, “I will not recognize you as my son.”

I played the part of the broken, overwhelmed Omega perfectly. ​We walked through hallways of gold and bone until we reached the garden. ​There, sitting on a throne of living vines, was a man. He didn't look old. He looked timeless. His hair was a blinding white, and his eyes were the same sun-gold as the armor of his guards. ​The Emperor. Solas. ​He stood as we approached, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself was bowing. He walked toward me, his movements slow and graceful.

Liam Mathews 25 years old. A cruel, possessive and powerful man. He is the firstborn of Douglas and Alina Mathews. As his father is ruling as the Emperor, he will be the next Emperor of the mafia world. He and his family live in California. Attending the wedding of his right hand, he saw a girl and fell for her at a first sight. For her, he was ready to kick his throne and he did. Douglas Mathews 57 years old, The mafia Emperor. He is cruel and powerful. He is the father of Liam, Aiden and Bryan. Liam is the more powerful son and capable to be the emperor and he declared him as the next heir.

*************************** The intoxicated Drusus, son of Tiberius. The next emperor. He couldn't wait to slip away from this childish celebration. He spotted a familiar face. 'She works here now?' He smiled, salivating. His member suddenly hardened beneath his fine purple tunic. 'That whore…' She had the most plump breasts he knew… He barely heard Antonia's toast—only the words, "May you live long." His smile grew. 'Pft…' 'Will the gods even bother with that?' he thought—and then realized he'd said it aloud.

"What am I planning? Hmmm, Chard, do you think I will still let go of that child? He's a talent that shouldn't go to waste. Let's retreat for now and visit again next month." "Yes, Emperor." 'The way that kid stood in the middle of danger makes my blood feel an intense excitement and curiosity. Will he also stand like that in the middle of a battlefield?' The man they addressed as the Emperor grinned from ear to ear while remembering the child's face as he stabbed his opponent's flesh. 'I want him.'

Although he used a mild and calm tone in delivering his speech, every person could hear him clearly. "When I say revenge, I don't simply speak about the tribes you think of. I also mean the demon that slaughtered our innocent citizens in the Great War. The demon who orphaned our children for entertainment. It is because of him we live in fear of extermination. Yes, that's right. I am talking about the human called Tian Shen!" Monster Emperor Taras announced loudly. Chattering erupted in the crowd. "Silence!" Monster Emperor Taras shouted, quieting the people. Monster Emperor Shentia continued. "I know what you are thinking. 'That human disappeared thousands of years ago, so how can we get re

“Well, you see, I sort of run an empire around a large area with lots of men and women working for me and following my orders, so it is important I monitor my safety.” She tilted her head, a thousand questions crossing her face. “Does that make you a king?” “An emperor, but... yeah.” “What’s an emperor?” “An emperor is above the kings. The kings answer to the emperor, but there’s no one an emperor answers to.” She chuckled. “My uncle Matteo doesn’t look like he answers to anyone, so he’s an emperor, too, right?” “He is. You seem quite fond of your uncle.” “I am. He even—”

“Someone might think you’re human.” “Shut up.” My words are sharp, clipped. He tilts his chin toward her as she walks closer. “She’s stunning, Dante. Admit it.” “I said shut up.” My fists clench tighter. He chuckles softly, low enough that only I catch it. “Your mother was right. This might not be such a bad thing, or a curse like you see it.” I glare at him, cold enough to cut glass. “One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.”