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She just wanted to be back in his room, in his arms and that's it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Michael : " Well well well look who is here. The master of all the masters, Headquater Ethan." There they were, three deadly empires standing right in front of each other with extreme fire burning inside of them but most calmed expressions on face like they came just out of Mommy's womb with no worries in life. Weather turned dark, while black clouds started to cover the whole country seems to have sensed the lava that was slowly boiling and anytime it could have burst out in it's worst form.

She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover. She pulled out the book from the stack when she got close enough and a smile formed on her lipstick-covered lips. TULLY by Paulina Simmons. "My Tully." She smiled to herself, a look of admiration on her face as she stared at the book. She was so engrossed in staring at the book, she didn't notice the figure that stepped into the room, walking towards her from behind. "Seems you've found something you love." A deep and hoarse voice spoke from behind her and she was startled, almost jumping out of her skin.

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

“The succession war.” “Yes,” I said. “The emperor fighting to keep his throne. The heirs fighting each other. Nobles plotting against all of them. The Empire is too busy to retaliate, too fractured to aid Lone Star, and too arrogant to believe anyone would dare act while they’re distracted. We take Lone Star now, and the Empire can do nothing but watch.” Alessia tilted her head. “You mean to strike while the wolf is hunting itself.” “I mean to remove the wolf’s shield before it remembers we exist,” I replied.

It wasn’t a storm, no! Eren thought it was the sky breaking above their heads announcing the end of the world, it was all grey and threatening above them as dark clouds invaded the horizon, there was no rain, no snow, not even the dew that accompanied such weathers, there were only terrifyingly and abnormally strong winds with deafening thunder and striking lightning that split the air like mad rage, destroying whatever was in their way. “What in the…” “My lord, we got the reports from all empires and the human lands, the storm is there too!”

Much more than last year. - What a record. – Mimi said. – Here are some gifts that are more advertising and marketing, to present yourself than gifts. – Hikaru said, taking a gift with a card, more than 40 packages of books. – Are you going to invest in bookstores, dad? – Hikaru questioned. - Yes, let's negotiate. – Mimi said. - Several investors and associates will come, they are ready, but I think about the shareholders. – He said.

The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. The storm outside cast flickering shadows through the vast glass windows, mirroring the chaos brewing in Elara’s mind. Sandy’s words echoed relentlessly—“They’re already inside your walls.” Someone inside Thornfield Industries was betraying her. Her fingers tapped against the mahogany desk as she scanned the file in front of her. A list of everyone who had access to restricted company data stared back at her. Too many names. Too many possibilities. Too many cracks forming in the empire she built.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

By evening, I was a live wire, half-hard in my shorts all day, nipples tingling every time the fabric of my shirt brushed them. Dinner was quiet. Too quiet. We ate across from each other at the table like nothing had happened the night before, but my skin felt electric. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “Early night tonight. Storm’s coming in again.” I nodded, throat dry. We both knew what that meant. I showered slowly, heart hammering, then slipped back into his stolen gray T-shirt and nothing else. I left my door cracked open and waited in the dark, fan turning lazily overhead, the first distant rumbles of thunder rolling outside.

POV: ISLA Finally, the advance copies arrived. A box on our doorstep. Plain. Nondescript. But inside: our story. "They're here," I called to Jaxon. He came running. We stood over the box like it might explode. "Open it," he said. "You open it." "No you open it" "Together?" "Fine" We opened it together. And there it was. "ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence"