Empire Of Rising Sun Novels & Stories

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

the woman answered sharply. "Is it true?" The girl wanted to know. Nanny sighed, "It's not my place to say what's true, but I'm sure the Empress will take care of everything in due course. Why do you ask?" Nanny could sense there was more to her questions. Aurora stood from her desk and brought the book to her caretaker. "Look here! Did you know emperors used to have more than one wife? It's strange, don't you think?" Nanny nodded slowly and the girl took this as a cue to continue. "Under the law, the emperor's first born from each woman had a claim to the throne. The heir was usually recognized on the child's twelfth birthday, and could be changed as a younger 'first born' came of age."

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

I answered, tilting my chin up toward the morning sun, just barely peeking through the clouds of artillery smoke. "The Emperor’s coming back at sunset. And he’s bringing everything."

"I'll relay your orders, E Aahil." "Go. Don't contact me unless it's necessary." With a dismissive wave, Zeonen turned his back on the Black Commander and proceeded into his temporary office. As the emperor of the Eastern Empire, his territory stretched from the Australian continent, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Indonesia, all the way to Russia. Every island, sea, and country or continent within, near, or east of those regions, such as India, China, Japan among others belonged to him.

The sun emperor's heart ached a little, but he knew this was what had to be done for the future of the entire sun empire. "I leave it here to you," said the sun emperor to his two wives. "Yes, go! And return safely. Your children and we await your return," replied his first wife. The Sun Emperor heard his wife's words and was silent for a moment, but soon he smiled and nodded. "Let's go!" shouted the Sun Emperor as he boarded the flying ship and led his army to the battlefield. The battlefield, located far from the Sun Empire, could be reached in two days by ship, which was a high-level artifact. It had extraordinary speed in the sky and could even rival the peak cultivators at that time. Th

Even the devil sleeps, apparently. His arms are closed around me a parody of a lover’s embrace and his blonde hair looks even blonder in the room full of early-morning sunshine. His evenly tanned skin, along with that hair, gives him the appearance of a laidback surfer. And that body… No man should have a body like that to match a face like his. It’s just not fair to the rest of the world. He looks so peaceful, and if everything I remember is real, then he’s probably exhausted. No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.