Romans & histoires Empire State Building Percy Jackson

GRACE ‘You what now?’ Samantha’s voice reeked of surprise. I looked out of the fast-moving car as it drove past the Empire State Building, a place that recently causes my heart to ache each time I set my sight on its grandness. I quickly looked elsewhere before my eyes could have a reason to start welling up. “I am looking at getting a babysitter’s job,” I repeated to Samantha who had initially called to apologise for not making it to my place the previous day.

He didn't say another word, but I saw Aspyn glaring at him. "Come on, Empire State's next." Hayden led us back to the car. I looked out the window as we drove to the Empire State Building. I stared at my phone, it was midnight already. The city is still fully alive. While chatting about random things, we got out of the car and entered a tall building. We walked to a packed elevator and went up. The next thing I knew, I was gazing at a big view of New York. Aspyn went beside me.

"Don't do it." "Trust me," Jackson kissed her quickly. The smoke cleared. The Harvester was unharmed, but angry. "Enough games," The Harvester raised both hands. The air pressure dropped. He was summoning a singularity to crush them all. "NOW!" Jackson didn't aim from the ground. He sprinted. He ran towards the edge of the Empire State Building. "Dad?!" The kids screamed. Jackson didn't stop. He jumped. He leaped off the 102nd floor, diving into the storm.

Chapter Nine Zariah’s POV The city glittered as if mocking her. From her penthouse balcony, Zariah Ambrose could see the heartbeat of New York pulsing below, taxis like veins of gold, towers lit up like promises carved in steel. It looked steady. Eternal. But she knew better. Empires didn’t fall with noise. They fell with whispers. And tonight, the whispers were closing in. She wrapped her robe tighter, phone pressed against her ear. Her assistant’s voice trembled on the other end.

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.

KIM The car pulled up in front of the Pearce Empire building. A gleaming spiral of steel and glass symmetrical skyscraper that seems to pierce the cloudy sky. “Is it going to rain?” I murmur, my eyes watching the swirling clouds. I sigh, breaking my gaze from the sky. I walk inside the vast marble lobby, nodding to the suited security guards at the front door. I remember my first time in the Pearce Empire. I didn't make it past the visitor parking lot. I never got the chance to enter before I saw the scene that broke me.

"The Russo family has been stuck at this stage for too long. If we want to expand, we have to work with the Costas. "We had something in the past, but it's long over." He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my pale lips. "Her birthday banquet is in a week. Don Costa will be there. I've been waiting a long time for this opportunity. Once I secure the contract, I'll cut ties with her and announce our engagement. Alright?" I stayed silent, my nails digging into my palm. He frowned. "Say something." "What am I supposed to be for this week?" My voice was so soft it almost sounded like a sigh. "Someone you can send away or hand over at will… like a mistress?"

I huff annoyingly and look away from him. They can both continue to stick to each other. I don't care. Or maybe I do care, but just a little…. Anyway, it is none of my concern. My fingers tighten around the saddle’s reins. I am in Aepolis. This is real. This is happening. Avizandria gives a low, thunderous growl as we begin to descend towards a giant building structure that looks like a palace. The building sits on the highest peak of Aepolis. Built directly at the apex of some black rocky cliffs.

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Sleep." He remained beside her for several seconds before finally leaving. Once the bedroom door closed behind him, his expression changed completely. The warmth disappeared. His eyes became cold. "Alex." His assistant immediately stepped forward. "Yes, Boss." "Find someone." "Who?" Zeke walked toward the window. "The person called EMPIRE." Alex froze. EMPIRE. Even in the underground world, that name carried weight. Empire wasn't simply a hacker. Empire was a legend.

Only the untouchable, mathematical precision of a sovereign who had mastered every piece on the board. He lifted his glass slightly in a silent, respectful toast, turned on his heel, and walked back toward the rear cabin. I reached out, my dark leather glove closing around the tarnished brass key on my desk, and slipped it into the inside pocket of my coat. The jet began its long, smooth descent over the Atlantic, dropping through the clouds toward the glowing grid of New York. Below us, Midtown Manhattan rose out of the dusk like an empire carved from glass and steel. Eighty-five floors above Wall Street, the tower bearing the Vance name burned bright against the dark night—a monolith of ab