The Emperor Reversed As Feelings Novels & Stories

The emperor’s anger was truly amusing, making her heart unable to let go of him. “Hey, dear, are you angry? That’s good, but you have to be patient because not all plans will succeed. If it fails, let’s try another plan, and if it fails again, we can keep trying. Isn’t it just revenge? Why rush, my dear… There are still many paths for you to take revenge on the enemy who scarred your face. So, be patient and win over your troops because they are one of the keys to our future victory!” As if the woman’s words had magic, the emperor, who had been angry, suddenly calmed down, and his expression completely changed to one of emptiness. "Alright, I will follow your plan, my beloved!" replied the e

The emperor always had a flat expression without showing any emotion. Aranjo slowly raised his face, himself very familiar with the voice. The Great Emperor's voice and when Aranjo looked directly at the emperor, he was very surprised. The Emperor had a demon friend he knew. The demon friend who had helped him and let Aranjo learn a lot of knowledge. A glimmer of hope appeared in his heart hoping that the Emperor would return to help him. However, didn't the Emperor just mention what punishment should be. At once, his heart felt cold again. Even his trusted friend did not side with him either.

As he spoke, Ethan's gaze was nothing but hopeful. However, the mayor rubbed at his forehead with a pained expression, speaking in a tone full of remorse. "About that… It's late at night. The Emperor's resting already." As he spoke, the mayor's brain turned quickly, and he turned to Ethan. "There's something you must know, Commander Ethan. The emperor's become quite strange after all that he's been through. He throws fits of anger and refuses to see people. I'm afraid that if I disturb his sleep, he might…"

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach 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 had 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 bed stand 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 emperor roared in frustration. I didn’t know what face to make in the face of his outburst and apparent distress. Admittingly, I found half of the matter quite funny and entertaining. I mean, I knew it was a big deal about the heir and all; however, I never knew that the emperor was so scared of his own mother. That was what I thought was funny about all this. “She’s always been like that. She’ll calm down soon enough…” Ren said without worry. “It’s been a long time since Lady Kamiya was promoted to Lady White Lotus…” the empress said with a thoughtful face.

Even playboys would show some reaction, but he was indifferent. The rubicund love bite on his swollen lip was quite visible. Nobody could think that it was a bug bite unless the person was an idiot. "Dante, do you have no shame?" The Empress howled at him. Her face had turned white with rage. "How could you do it in front of the emperor? Do you not even respect the throne?" The Emperor was watching us quietly. He seemed like he couldn't care less if Dante and I started humping in front of him. I couldn't help but feel that something was horribly wrong here. Was that how an emperor supposed to react?

I replied to blow up his fire of anger. "Liam, where are you?" He asked but his tone is abruptly changed. "Italy," I responded and thought but kept my words in my mind, "Welcome Dad. If you are behind this, you will be shot by your own son, whom you ordain and made the Emperor. "Liam..." "Dad," I sighed cutting him off and paused for a while. I continued, "Dad... You know me. Now, I'm the Emperor, so she is the Empress. And you know the punishment of harming the Empress. I will punish the person who is responsible for her state."

The room was dark and slightly chilly. Aurora lit the oil lamp at the door and some of the darkness slipped away. Sebastian gasped and she jerked, turning in his direction at once. She moved closer to the bedside of the great emperor, holding up the lamp. "Oh merciful Zeus," she gasped, her palm going over her mouth. The emperor had become a bag of bones in a dried up flesh. "How… how on earth?" She muttered in disbelief. "He breathes no more," Sebastian said with no emotion. The late emperor's skeleton figure started back at their horrified faces.

The floorboards creaked beneath his weight. The storm outside intensified. Rain hammered against the windows. Creating the strange feeling that the entire world had narrowed to this one conversation. This one moment. Finally, Charles stopped beside the fireplace. His gaze drifted toward the portrait of himself and Richard hanging above it. For the first time, genuine emotion appeared on his face. Regret. "I loved my brother." The confession surprised everyone. Including Damian. Because nothing in the story so far suggested love. Only betrayal. Only disappearance. Only silence. Charles continued staring at the portrait.

“Isabella, do you know why empires fall and families fail?” I looked ahead carefully and answered, “No, sir.” “It is solely because weak people inherit strong things.” I stayed silent. He continued. “They enjoy comfort but do not understand sacrifice.” Then suddenly he stopped walking and looked at me. “Do you understand sacrifice, Isabella?” Sharply, Amelia’s face entered my mind instantly. My old cramped apartment. The huge debt. The fear. The pain. “Yes, sir,” I answered softly. He carefully watched me for a moment. Then nodded once.