Romans & histoires Empire Of Silence Series

The screen went black. The last flicker of that familiar hair burned into Amelia’s mind, lodging itself behind her eyes like a splinter she couldn’t pry free. The silence that followed was worse than the ping of alarms, worse than the static hum of the machines. It was heavy. Crushing. Frederick didn’t move at first. He stood there, muscles locked, jaw clenched, one hand braced against the console as if the weight of the entire Empire rested on that single point of contact.

The first rule of any hunt was silence. Silence in motion. Silence in thought. Silence in every inch of the mask you wore until the prey was too ensnared to realize you had been watching all along. Evan had built an empire out of silence—out of calculation, anticipation, patience. He could charm boardrooms with his smile, disarm adversaries with a handshake, and carve his rivals to pieces without ever raising his voice. No one suspected the blood that ran under his fingernails. No one, except Adrian.

EMPIRE OF SIN — BOOK 1 The Rejected Queen Returns BOOK 2 & BOOK 3 — COMING SOON MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes, violence, betrayal, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. “I’ll make you a queen, Lilith. But are you ready to spread your legs without counting the number of cocks that go in?” Lilith thought she knew what betrayal looked like until she found her husband in bed with the woman she trusted most: her best friend, Anna. But the betrayal is only the beginning. When Anna attacks Lilith and accidentally falls down the stairs, she accuses Lilith of pushing her. Her husband believes Anna without question. Within minutes, Lilith gets

She no longer asked questions. But at night, when Kai slept, she stared at the ceiling and remembered Malik’s green eyes, his dimples, his voice and laugh. She also remembered how dry his jokes were whenever he tried to be funny and the way he had made her feel desired rather than possessed. Guilt ate at her. A small, secret part of her began saving cash and noting security patterns in the penthouse. Not a plan yet. Just the seed of one. On the fifth day after the body was found, a new development hit the news. *Shadow Empire* released another episode suggesting organized retaliation tied to luxury brand wars. They showed blurred footage of Lena Moreau’s last known appearance. Comments flood

Emily’s voice carried across every screen. Every device. Every corner of the city. “…ended the day he betrayed me.” Silence followed. But it wasn’t empty. It was heavy. Filled with attention. Judgment. Curiosity. Millions were watching. Waiting. Emily didn’t look away. Didn’t hesitate. “For a long time…” she continued, “I stayed quiet.” Her eyes didn’t leave the camera. “Because I thought silence was dignity.” A small pause. “I was wrong.”

‎Emily woke to silence. ‎ ‎Not the silence of Victor Laurent's estate. ‎ ‎Not the distant hum of security systems. ‎ ‎Not the muffled footsteps of guards outside her door. ‎ ‎This silence felt different. ‎ ‎Older. ‎ ‎Lonelier. ‎ ‎For several seconds, she remained still, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. ‎ ‎A faint ache pulsed behind her eyes. ‎ ‎The abandoned train station. ‎ ‎The laptop. ‎ ‎The recording.

The Spark Beneath Her Silence The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary was quiet in the early morning, not empty, but intentional. The halls pulsed with unspoken purpose, like a heart beating softly in prayer. Nova stood on the third floor of the archive library, her hand tracing the spine of a dusty book titled How Empires Remember. It was old, handwritten in places, and full of insights she’d read a dozen times, but today, it felt different. Something was shifting. In the air.

I heard Zeke’s voice but it sounded so far away. How the hell did we even get into this fog? I cautiously walked ahead, worried I would fall off a cliff or something. “What’s your wish Empress?” A voice hissed in my ear. “Who’s there?” I questioned. “Tell me your wish.” I saw a dark figure in the fog. “Who are you?” “I am the Wishmaster. Tell me your wish, Empress.” “I um...I don’t have one. I’m good.” I stated. “Are you sure? Not one wish? Don’t you want Beta Penn to love you?” The figure asked.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

His eyes lock onto mine, stripped of their professional shield. "It's not torture," he says, the volume of his voice dropping dangerously low. "Then what is it?" He doesn't answer. He just stares at me until the silence becomes heavy, suffocating. The drive back to the villa is a vacuum of sound. Once we arrive, I don’t wait for him to open my door. I bolt inside and retreat to my room, leaning against the wood as the lock clicks. "Isabella." His voice comes from the hallway. "Open the door."