Novel & Cerita The Eyes Of The Emperor

Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book. What happened to that bright smile she portrayed earlier? She couldn't even open her mouth again with Talia's aura. Darkness filled the tension between the two of them, she wanted to run away because of the feeling that one wrong move will cause her... Death. "Please remain quiet until the end of your time your Majesty, I don't like it when I'm being interfere with my business. They say that the more you keep silent, the more longer your life will be." The Empress shuddered with horror upon hearing what she said. The tone was definitely cold and her eyes was horrific to see, a cold malefic eyes.

Boring and unentertaining. Then in the center of the room was a woman with blond hair and hazel eyes. The Emperor gasped as he saw her, he was dumbstruck at her beauty. She was in belly dancing dresses. She was dancing gracefully in front of him. As she moves around the dance floor, the Emperor’s eyes followed her everywhere. He fell in love with her that evening. The more he watched her the more he wanted her. He couldn’t wait to have her that night. When the dance was over the Emperor walked over to Diana and lifted her chin to him. He looked into her hazel eyes and admired them. “You got beautiful eyes,” he said to her.

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

"Instead of protecting me with your life and dying for me, I wish you'd live for me and protect me for a long time." Because just like Joker said, it was easier to die for someone than to live for someone. Osiris stared back at me and for a moment I could see a flicker of emotion behind his mask. Yeah, we're all the same after all. "Yes, princess." I smiled at his answer and we held eye contact for a moment. The eyes are truly the window to the soul, it can recognize the other similar to themselves by looking into the eyes of each other. "Oh my lady, I'm sure the emperor won't do something bad to you. How could he, when you're this lovely?" Elle shrieked with horrified expression.

She looked up at him and a wide smile spread across her face, it looked like she was day-dreaming. "Why are you staring at me like that?" The Emperor disliked stares, especially when they were directed at him, but this stare just made him feel embarrassed. "Because", Alexis' eyes drooped low. "Because?" "Because", she once again started and this time she fluttered her lashes at him. This time the Emperor felt a warmer feeling, it was foreign and strange and very, very uncomfortable. "I'm taking you to your room", he declared as he mentally noted she was unfit to be near anyone. Her eyes still looked at him in that strange way as he lifted her up.

She had matters to tend to and a lot to navigate. Meanwhile, that was a loaded question for the Emperor for too many reasons to count, and he was not ready to share much. But he knew of her need to find out the truth. So, Emperor Demarion Dracul's mesmerizing green eyes regarded Aakifahlynn, sussing this version out. "The Emperor's Palace." The Emperor spoke as his eyes bore into her, awaiting her response...

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

So then I read, “The poor Emperor could scarcely breathe; it was just as if something lay upon his chest; he opened his eyes, and then he saw that it was Death, who sat upon his chest, and had put on his golden crown, and held in one hand the Emperor’s sword and in the other his beautiful banner. And all around, from among the folds of the splendid velvet curtains, strange heads peered forth; a few very ugly, the rest quite lovely and mild. “These were all the Emperor’s bad and good deeds, that stood before him now that Death sat upon his heart. ‘Do you remember this?’ whispered one to the other. ‘Do you remember that?’ and then they told him so much that the perspiration ran from his forehe

“I’ve only read that the location of the Flerin is just past this room … but—“ A laughing voice suddenly echoed around the huge, quiet room. “You ought to know why there’s no such information about the Flerin?” All their heads turned to the left archway where the voice came from. Raeherys’ eyes widened, seeing an old man with a golden crown on his head—the Emperor. His throat and chest tightened up, making it harder for him to breathe. “I burned them all, chronicler.” They watched as the Emperor climbed into his seat. Raeherys and Aravyr transformed their arms and claws to prepare for any sudden attacks. The rest of the dragons did the same.

Well, since Danial is deemed unworthy by the emperor himself, those snake-eyes women figured that their sons are capable enough to hold the magnificent title. Tonight is another exhausting night for the ruler of the kingdom. His dull golden eyes are staring into the horizon, zoned out the chatters of the high-ranking officers around him. He leaned to the throne, hand supporting his chin while the other free hand rested on the armrest. The man is amusedly staring at the heated battle below him, without having the slightest attention to stop those mindless and childish bickering of an old fogey.