Hakeem From Empire Age Novels & Stories

She parked her motorcycle to the side. Before she could remove her helmet, a group of men quickly approached. “Boss!” Jake stepped forward, followed by several men in black suits. Aurelia frowned slightly. “How many times have I told you?” Her voice was calm, but carried a quiet edge. “We’re legitimate businessmen now. Stop acting like gangsters.” The group immediately straightened. “Yes, Boss.” Jake scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Even dressed in suits, they still carried an imposing presence. Old habits didn’t disappear so easily. Years ago, Aurelia had stepped into that world—briefly.

"Nadine, open your damn eyes and look carefully. The man standing before you is the real chairman of Stone Corporation, Mr. Elijah Stone." He added, "You're nothing but a watchdog that Mr. Stone promoted." Those words struck like a thunderclap. The phone in Adam's hand dropped to the floor with a crash, its screen shattering into pieces. Meanwhile, Kenneth's jaw dropped as he stared at me in disbelief. "C-Chairman? How is that possible? He's dressed so shabbily…" "Shabbily?" I scoffed. I handed Kyrie over to the bodyguards behind me to look after her. Then I walked toward Kenneth, step by step.

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.

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

He would be the legit emperor that soon conquered the world. They could feel it in the bone. However, all eyes shifted to Ibrahim, the actual king of the lion tribe. Ibrahim and Hisoka had similar statuses and governed their own territory although Hisoka had the biggest territory as he managed the empire, a legacy that was left by Shadow. “I can’t do that.” It was an immediate no for Ibrahim. “My pride would not let me.” “I concur.” Aulia agreed. “It’s just too massive.” “Yes, yes…” Ibrahim nervously swallowed his saliva.

His jet black hair is cut short and a neatly trimmed beard adorns his face. Hakeem has two older sisters that I got to meet and a younger brother who skyped in from a deployment in Hawaii with the Marines. There is a definite family resemblance, though it is easy to see that his oldest sister, Amani, and his brother, Rasheed, more closely resemble his mother, while Hakeem and his youngest sister, Aiyana, look like his father.

Xabat’s eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, “A direct disciple of Taichu? I…I have no idea what’s happening.” Hankin twirled his beard and said, “You should be grateful. Your current status is on par with Path Emperors like us.” “Path Emperors?” Xabat gasped, quickly rising to her feet. Cosimeon smiled gently and said, “I’m Emperor Cosimeon.” “Emperor Zdravko,” Yiulia introduced and nodded in acknowledgment of Xabat. Hankin smiled and said, “I’m Hankin! I used to watch over our realm’s virtue! Now I serve the Mortal Emperor!”

She kept mute, looking at him with expectancy for more clarification. "There is a man who will be expecting this package. His name is Prince Hakeem, an Arabian man of royal descent. He was here on a visit a year ago and his necklace was stolen in a hotel he lodged. He searched everywhere for it, killing and abducting at will but he never found it.

At first, I didn’t get it, but then I remembered what we talked about—and my face instantly burned with heat. Someone shoved past me, and the cheeky young warrior jumped in. “Hello Empress! Since my Captains forgot about me—hi, I’m Tsega. The youngest and most handsome warrior in the Imperial Guards,” he introduced himself, and we all wanted to smack him. “Young? You mean like a teenager on Earth?” the Empress asked curiously, and he nodded with a huge grin. “So cute! I even like your skin color! It’s nice to meet you too.”

"There’s a brownstone in Brooklyn. No glass walls. No 'Zero-Point' servers. Just a garden for Leo and a door that doesn't require a retinal scan." Damian Cole, sitting in the back with a sleeping Leo, caught Ethan’s eye in the mirror. The "calm, loyal" partner gave a single nod. The "Hawke Empire" was dead, but the "Hawke Family" was breathing for the first time in seven years. "Our aim," Ethan said, echoing the words from the "message in the dust" at the beginning of their journey, "was to get to the end of the line. We made it, Aria. Now, we just have to learn how to be people again."