Empire Invincible Novels & Stories

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

Empire was a legend. For more than five years, there had been no confirmed appearance. Governments had searched for them. Corporations had offered astronomical sums. Powerful families had attempted to recruit them. Every attempt had failed. Some claimed Empire had retired. Others believed Empire had died. A few insisted that Empire had never existed in the first place. But Zeke knew better. Empire was real. And if Daniel Han wanted to start a war... Zeke would make sure he had the strongest weapon available.

“Mr. Kensington? Damien? It’s Madonna, the new nanny. Just wanted to—” The door swung wider under my knuckles. And there he was. Steam billowed around him like a lover’s breath, clinging to every hard line of his twenty-four-year-old body. He stood under the rainfall shower, head tilted back, eyes closed, water sluicing down the carved planes of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and lower—God help me—lower still. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thick even at rest, the water tracing glistening paths along its length before dripping off the flared head. Dark hair slicked back from his face, water beading on his sharp jaw, full lips parted just enough to show the edge of white teet

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

“Yes, I want it.” I didn’t care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything. “I’ll have you unable to walk out of here after I’m done with you.” He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. “I know you want my cock in you.” I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

“Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.” I felt the storm in my chest coil tighter, but I forced my breathing even. “The third…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent. “The Blue-Green Twin Empire. My empire. We are not the shadows. We are the wall. The balance. Our people—police, soldiers, navy, air force—men and women who know war, who know justice. We hold the line, Dominus. We make sure the others don’t burn the world down in their greed and bloodlust.”

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.

I turned and walked toward the Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. Just as I reached the stairs of the jet, I heard the frantic roar of an engine. A beat-up car came screeching onto the airfield. Security tried to stop it, but it was too fast. The door flew open and a woman with wild, tangled hair jumped out. It was Eliza. Five years in the slums had shattered her. Her face was a wreck, her eyes burning with a mad, desperate hate. She was holding a gun. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF IT! YOU RUINED ME!" she shrieked.

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

He had an intense look on his face as he was solely focused on his tablet. Wren and I observed him closely. He broke down all the account jargon so easily. He had the magic touch while balancing the accounts. "This is a very good deal Boss." Erik's eyes wide opened like a child in a candy store. "Empire holding is a strong company. Their debts are short term. They have paid up most of their loans. The remaining was used for expansion. With the right guidance and discipline, their projection can reach a billion in five years." I and Wren gasped at the figure Erik told us. He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream.