A Memory Called Empire Novels & Stories

Sunday morning arrived with a low, stubborn ache between my legs. I had slept badly. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the phantom pressure of Owen’s cock against my palm again—the heat of him, the way he had jerked under my hand, the rough sound he made when I stepped back and left him hard. My body had not finished with the memory. It kept returning it to me in flashes while I tried to work.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Whoever had signed in would probably be back quickly. I started researching the MID system, and after a bit of digging, I found evidence of an isolated factory that was marked for research with no visible connection to MID. This was strange, as it didn't fit in with the corporate structure I had seen so far. Even more intriguingly, the access logs showed that someone had been accessing this data for a while now without any official request or authorization.

The Pillars of Unity, standing as silent sentinels in the heart of the empire, bore witness to the unfolding chapters of shared destiny. The United Academy of Wisdom, now a beacon of intellectual exchange, flourished as scholars and students from the joint empire and the Eastern Alliance engaged in the pursuit of knowledge. The academy's libraries overflowed with texts representing the diverse cultural heritage of the interconnected regions. The Pillars of Unity, casting shadows upon the academy's hallowed halls, seemed to echo the whispers of the past, reminding all who passed beneath them of the empire's enduring journey.

“To answer your question, the thrones of two kings are only limited to SO. On the other hand, the imperial throne is the rightful place of our beloved Emperor.” Did he… ignore my question? Aidan clenched his trembled fists. “What is your empire? To what extent?” Firash inquired, pointedly ignoring his elder brother. “Her empire includes all the affiliates in almost all countries that exist on the world map. Except for a few, of course.” The rest of them were collectively listening to them. The second question was answered by the otherwise silent Sleepy. It showed the importance of the information. It was always important if the tight-lipped voluntarily released the information themselves.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

she roared, her spittle practically flying through the screen. I forced down my pounding heart and struck first, shouting angrily back at the camera. "I'm in the underground vault. Did you think one billion dollars was just sitting in my office drawer?! To get you this money, I had to open the corporation's emergency reserve. It's completely sealed, and I haven't turned on the lights because any light could trip the sensors. If you keep wasting time and security shows up, nobody's getting this money!" Perhaps because she had never seen me be so harsh before, she froze. She leaned closer to the screen suspiciously, trying to make out something in the darkness.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."