The Heavenly Emperor With Collection Novels & Stories

Guardioni bowed. "Please, refrain from the salutations," said Hrishikesh as he always does. "Here is a book the Emperors wanted you to have. High King Eloy discussed it with Emperor Malvan and Emperor Mithraos. They instructed me to find this for you," said Guardioni. Rishikesh was surprised. "They said it has knowledge that will help you gain your heart's desire," said Guardioni with a small smile. ----------- Hrishikesh read the book from cover to cover and he understood what they wanted him to find. Finally, as he kept the book aside when the sunlight streamed into his chambers, he felt hope bloom in him.

On the night the Emperor arrived in the midst of the battlefield, Wang Yuji could see that the Emperor's condition at that time was not well. It was most likely caused by an irregularity that occurred during the awakening of the war soldiers. Thus, the Emperor's body was disturbed because his energy was directly connected to the human cocoons.

“Women love this jewelery piece.” Yeonho reached out almost unconsciously, fingers grazing the cold metal. It was delicate, yet strong. Similar to the ones he had seen Vaani wear. “Buy it,” the woman urged with a grin. “Your wife or lover will adore it.” Yeonho froze at that. Wife? Lover? He had neither, and yet—the image of Princess Vaani flickered in his mind. And against reason, against training, against every wall he had built, he dropped a coin into the woman’s hand, pocketing the anklet.

Calm down man, Calm down. "Hehehe... Please calm down, your highness. We have come with a search warrant, and to be correct, it's not your room. It's Nodara's Heaven Castle's guest room which was booked in the name of a businessman called Rivery." Seeing the situation in which direction was going on, Reselor stepped in with a merry smile and shook his hand, and a paper page came into existence.

she notes, stopping short. "What did you buy?" I ask, closing the laptop. "Spices. A blanket. Jewelry for Gianna. And this." She pulls out a small painting wrapped in brown paper. It’s a seascape...the water is impossibly blue, the brushstrokes loose and hurried. "How much?" I ask, my internal appraiser already devaluing the amateur work. "Does it matter?" She crosses her arms. "You overpaid. How much, Isabella?" A pause. "Twenty-two thousand euros."

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

Inside rested dozens of old albums. The earliest dated back nearly seventy years. Seraphina pulled on a pair of gloves. Then began searching. Hours passed. Photographs blurred together. Business meetings. Family vacations. Award ceremonies. Birthdays. Funerals. The history of an empire. Most proved useless. Then Seraphina froze. "Damian." His head lifted immediately. "What?" She held up a photograph. His expression changed the moment he saw it. The image looked old. Approximately fifteen years old. Taken at some formal gathering.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none of it. Evander Martins. She recognized him. Everyone in the country knew that face. He was the Emperor of Martins Corporation, a man whose family wealth could purchase small nations. He was also a man rumoured to be as cold-blooded as he was brilliant. Of all the rooms in this hotel, she thought wildly, I had to walk into his? Evander's gaze travelled slowly down the trail of her body. She wore a simple white silk dress, now wrinkled and damp from the rain she'd run through earlier. Her hair was a wild halo of dark curls. Her face was flushed with a deep, unnatural rose.

War Emperor nodded and said, “So, Transcendentals have always been a minority in this world, but you know what, Tyr? The world may be changing again.” As he spoke, War Emperor turned his head around subconsciously and looked at Helsby Mountain Range, which was not that far away. The direction he was staring at was the direction of the Devil’s Eye. “Tyr, do you have any idea why the ancient martial arts world of the Celestial Empire is capable of forming a world of its own, and that the world is strong enough to match the entire Second World?”