A Memory Called Empire Novels & Stories

The gemstone hit the bottom with a sharp crack, the sound echoing like something breaking inside me. Vincent, our game is over, I thought quietly.

he says, leaning over the table until he’s invading my space, "because I didn't want to say something I'd regret." I meet his glare head-on. "Like what?" "You want to know what I’d regret?" Dante stands, the chair scraping harshly against the stone. He rounds the table, his shadow swallowing mine. "I'd regret reminding you that you carry the Moretti name now. That name comes with a husband you don't get to interrogate." "The name is a shield for you," I snap, standing to meet him. "You use it to shut me out whenever you feel something you can't put on a spreadsheet."

Because that was the name of their empire, Gordon empire, and the name of the emperor Arthur Gordon 'What the hell did I just read?' And before he could even process everything he heard some footstep nearing where he was

Zelia asked as she closed her eyes. "I've already told you at the first time we meet."He said making her frown. "I can't remember it."She said while her eyes was still closed. "Then remember it, if you can't remember it I'm gonna punish you."The Emperor said. She chuckled, "Uwa... I'm scared, but truthfully I can't really remember your name but I'm gonna try recalling my memories to see if I'm gonna remember your name." She said 'I'm going to ask your servants'

Life had taken care of that years ago, some rival family putting a bullet in his skull before I’d been old enough to do it myself. But his daughter was alive. And she’d walked straight into my empire like fate had a sick sense of humor, like God himself was testing me to see if I’d become the man my father had raised me to be or something weaker. So yes, I’d brought her close. Close enough to touch, break, and enough to make her pay for the sins written into her DNA, even if she didn’t remember the man who’d given them to her, even if she’d spent her whole life running from shadows she couldn’t name.

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END

"Oh, I will. But remember, little sister… empires are based on alliances. Choose yours wisely." The air between them crackled with tension. Freda didn’t blink. "I already have." Daniel’s smirk grew. "Then let’s see how strong it really is." Long after Daniel had departed, Freda could still hear his remarks. "Allies are the foundation of empires. Pick yours carefully." Her fingers tapping the mahogany desk as she sat in the darkened office. The metropolitan skyline spread before her, shimmering in the darkness. Williams stood by the window, the glass reflecting him sharply.

I turned on my heels, striding to where I had left my assistant waiting for me. "Boss! The guys called, they said they want to meet you." He informed, while I settled inside the car. "Take me there." I responded, proceeding to grab the seatbelt. Is this arrogance? Empire Company is renowned as the largest because they operate across multiple industries—ranging from real estate and gold mining to airlines and a furniture company. All of these operate under one umbrella, which is why they’re known as Empire Company. "Boss! Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to the present.

Make it so. Raul’s amber eyes narrowed as he watched warriors sparring below. He had built an empire of blood and iron, yet the thought of mortality gnawed at him like a disease. He had daughters now—four of them. Beautiful, fierce, and unclaimed. The Moon Goddess he once believed had cursed him by never giving him a son. But now, he thought, it might work to his advantage to have all these daughters.

“What empire?” Antonio stared at him. “You’ve heard of Xander Empire right?” Adrian froze, his head immediately shot up. “Xander?” Antonio gave him a small nod. “Yes. I named it after my childhood name. Alexander.” Adrian's breath caught in his throat. The Xander Empire? The most powerful global company. People said it was owned by a young, secretive billionaire—some even called him a mafia king. But no one had ever confirmed his identity.