He Killed My Dog, So I Took His Empire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Killian looked up at me then, his voice sharpening with the kind of fury that doesn’t fade with time. “He would ride into a pack’s territory unannounced. No declarations. No offers of peace. Just blood. He’d tear down their Alpha in front of their people and give them two choices—kneel or die. And if they knelt too slowly? They died anyway. That’s how he did it. That’s how he built his empire.” I stepped forward a little, slowly, my voice almost uncertain. “But... Why? Why did no one stop him?”

"It was the same as back then, I killed them all after unveiling the truth of my identity. I ruled the Empire alone and it was too lonely that's why I was thankful for that stupid man when he reversed back the time. My boredom disappeared when you suddenly appeared before me, and I realized that I can rule the Empire with you." "You are a snake," I whispered. He answered me with a chuckle. "The Empire is mine in the first place. They stole it from me, so I'm just taking it back." "My, my, my, your expression tells me that you really want to kill me right now. Please don't hate me, I only did what's best for this country." "Are you kidding right now?" I asked sarcastically. His expression dar

Chapter 3 **Alessia** “Put the gun down, Petro.” “He killed Vito.” Petro’s voice cracked, raw and unsteady, rage bleeding through every word. His grip tightened, the barrel pressing harder against my temple. “My cousin died like a dog and you expect me to sit here and eat?” Enzo’s gaze darkened. His hand moved toward his gun when he saw Petro wasn’t ready to drop the gun, ready to end this himself. “Don’t.” Papà snapped at him.

his voice is low, but deep like gravel as if clouded by emotion. Still biting my bottom lip, no going back now, I nod slowly. “He was killed, he and half the pack” I hit a button on the remote, muting the tv, and sit up, the blanket falling off my legs. I suspected as much, it would seem he and I have this in common, to be orphaned at a young age, “w-was there an attack?” from rouges or a neighboring pack?

Serena Sutton was my fiancee, but she wanted to marry my bodyguard, Evan Brooks. The man was a cheat. I didn't want her taken in, so I took her to see for herself what he really was. While the two of them were fighting, a car came through at speed and killed him. And Serena hated me for it with everything in her. In the third year of our marriage, she killed our son. I was in so much pain I was coughing up blood, and she put a knife in me. "Adrian, this is what you owe me for Evan." Only then did I learn that she had never forgotten him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the second before I meant to expose him. This time, I'm staying out of it.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

I considered that an achievement on my part. "Delano, you cannot keep acting this way." "I can and I will." "This is a deal between two empires, and as long as you are a member of my family-" "I'm not part of the deal." I stated plainly, cutting him off. It was a fact, I wasn't there when the deal was made and h*ll, I'd even done my business without checking. Don't blame me, but ports were made for shipping. It was just a coincidence that the exact port happened to be Saint's own and he wanted to kill me for it. Not that it would ever happen though and not that he could easily do that either. There was a deal, I simply crossed the line. He could have easily come to my father and close the de

After that, I will destroy your whole fucking empire before dipping my hand into your chest and pulling out your still-beating heart. The threat rang like a cold, dead bell in his head. How could he forget…? “Your fucking empire is already at the brink, and that leaves only one part remaining.” Even without seeing Mr. Black, Moore could tell the devil had a dangerous, mischievous smirk on his face. Then Ste-phen’s repeated words made his head reel. If his son was dead, his empire about to be destroyed, that left only one part… Oh shit!

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

So let's go" He ordered taking a key from the table and walking out. Whaaat? He wants me to be there when he kills the dog?? Okay...this is not going to be funny. * *