Empire Of Storms Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“Keep your eyes on me, Emory. Only listen to my voice. You can do it. Slow breaths.” His hands cupped her face and whispered soothingly, “It’s just me and you here. Let everything else fade away.” Only my voice, Emory. As the carriage sped through the streets, the thunderous sound of the storm filled their ears. Emory closed her eyes and focused on Rahl as everything faded away. Reaching deep into her core, she searched for the light that guided her before. Slowly, the voices faded, leaving only Rahl’s touch and voice like a glimmer of hope amidst the tempest.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

“I’ll do it.” The moment passes away like smoke. I arise, go to the little window. The fog is laden with fog, the night there is outside, and it consumes everything. However, it is not the same in here--there is a charge in the air. A storm waiting to bang. The empire is now yours, I say. “She’s not after revenge, Dante. She’s after control.” He is leaning on the wall, speaking in a low voice. “Then we hit first.”

He came from chains. But here, in the forest, soaked to the bone, beneath a sky split open with rain—none of that seemed to matter. For a moment, they were just two people. Two bodies caught in the storm. And yet even now, as he stood still, offering nothing but a choice, it was she who held all the power. Because he could carry her. But only if she let him. And he knew she hated that. He saw it in the flush rising beneath her skin, the way she glared at him like he’d struck her with words instead of kindness. Like his practicality was more infuriating than the storm itself.

He sounds more frazzled than I can remember him ever being. “How is the weather in Scarlett Thunder?” I ask, casually. “Fair weather or cloudier than usual?” “Cloudy as fuck,” he answers. “I’ve heard weather reports about an unexpected… development. It could birth a real thunderstorm.” It takes me a moment to figure out what he’s trying to say. This is my confirmation that Lord Alistair has definitely told King Peter about Emory’s pregnancy. “And what is the consensus toward the stormy weather?” “Terrible,” Lex replies. “The king hates the change. He’s complaining to other people about it.”

"I only care about the audit of the girl who climbed my roof a year ago. How are the books looking?" I looked at the man who had traded a billion-dollar empire for a chance to dream in color. I looked at the masterpiece behind us, a soaring, defiant shout against the silence of the world. "The books are balanced, Silas," I whispered, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted of high altitudes, saltwater, and a freedom that no ledger could ever contain. "In fact, I think we’re finally operating at a massive surplus."

Raeleigh Campbell POV Pouring myself a glass of wine, I walk back to the sofa. I thought the worst was over and done with. When I logged back into my I*******m, something I didn’t do often. I hated being online, seeing what everyone’s hot takes are when it came to me. I curl on the sofa pulling the blanket to my chest. Taking a sip of my white wine. my feed is flooded. God this was out of control, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from Whittney yet.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.