The Emperor's Partner Novels & Stories

"I am fine, my dear." "I must meet this scientist. I am quite the scholar myself. I think we could get along well." The Emperor rather liked the idea of swapping information with a distinguished member of the scientific community. He had completely forgotten the mention of a young scientist many weeks prior, and assumed only the more mature could be so learned. "Let us save that for another time," the Empress responded as she tucked her hair awkwardly behind her ear. She wanted to tell her husband the error of his judgement, but the words would not come. Aurora vowed that she would fix it later when they were dealing with less problems.

she said as she lightly push me but failed I just hug her more then carried her bridal style she looked at me with wide eyes “Put me down I can walk you kissing and hug monster” she said as she tried to be free on my grip I just get my phone then went straight to the door. As I open the door and walk through the hallway she hid her face on my shoulder as she wrapped her hands on my neck I smile internally, I was using my usual cold expression though. The people in the hospital have wide shock eyes, mouth wide hanging and mind full of question. They just saw the great emperor carry a lady in public. As the master was not in the view already gossips started as who the lady was in the arm of th

“Hey, I can’t do that to you. You guys are my best pals.” “You did it before, Gareth.” Cassandra pointed to the prophesy in the glass which was under her armpit. “The past is the past, okay. Besides, it doesn’t make any sense again. Since the emperor is dead.” “The emperor is dead?” Vera asked. “Oh you haven’t heard. Well, he is dead. Rumors are flying around that his son killed him.” “That is ridiculous. The Emperor has no son.” Vera chuckled. “How old are you, Watcher? Ten years? Do you want to tell me that you are the only one who didn’t know that the Emperor bore a son out of his immortality?”

"Darryl!" The Empress was delighted when she saw the man. Then, she said, "We'll need you to stop the North Moana Army again today." The Empress' eyes were full of admiration when she said that. The Empress' beautiful face was rosy and radiant after the event last night. However, her eyebrows frowned as she was a little worried. At that time, the Empress did not realize that she had been in an intimate relationship with Darryl when she thought that he was the Emperor the previous night.

And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful. Her breath hitched. She looked ahead—and her stomach dropped. The Emperor and Empress stood at the center of the arena. Emperor Priam—forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp jawline shadowed by a short beard. His presence was cold and overwhelming. His deep, unreadable eyes locked onto Alessia the moment she entered. Empress Ariadne—late thirties, poised as if carved from royal marble. Her hair, dark brown and intricately braided, glimmered with embedded moonstone pins. Her gaze held both intellect and scrutiny.

Basically those days were filled a long note of do's and dont's of an empress. Kiara hasn’t set her eyes on Elijah since their first meeting. Lawson said he was too busy tending to the imperial affairs but she wasn't going to buy it that the Emperor was too caught up with work to be able to visit her in his own suite. Kira had made it clear that the emperor had never missed sleeping in his suite, so why now? Her instinct kept telling her that the emperor was intentionally abiding her because he didn't expect his mate to be a human. She didn't let that bother her though because she had a good companion in the person of Kira. She has been a good friend to her. She is doing a good job at making

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

Therefore, from time to time, he would mess with the former Emperor without anyone's knowledge. Furthermore, it wasn't only him. Even his wife Kristina would do the same thing. After all, she was the person that the former Emperor lusted after. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't be mad if they were being lusted by someone's spouse? Of course, Kristina was beyond furious when she found out the former Emperor's disgusting stare at her.

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.