Novel & Cerita Hidden Empire Book

I raise my hand to knock. The door opens. Emerald stands there. Her eyes are wide. Her hands are shaking. "C…Cassius," she says. "I need to talk to you." "About what?" She looks around. Checks the hallway. Then she pulls me inside. "I found something," she says. "What?" She holds up a book. Old. Leather-bound. "I found this in a hidden room. In the east wing. It is about the Dragon God. About his bloodline." I stare at her. "Where did you find this?"

I stared at him, a cold, uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, the sense that we'd stumbled onto something much larger and uglier than a simple custody dispute, something that had been quietly unfolding in the shadows of the Baldore family long before any of it touched us directly. "We need to find out what that fertility specialist actually told her," I said. "Before Thursday. Whatever this is, George, I think it's bigger than either of us realized." He nodded, already reaching for his phone again, and I sat back against the couch, exhausted and wired all at once, my mind racing through every possibility, every ugly secret this family had apparently been hiding just beneath the surface of

The voice echoed through the mansion. Calm. Cold. Unmistakably real. For several seconds, neither Damian nor Seraphina moved. The journal remained open on the table. The hidden map rested beside it. The storm outside rattled the windows. And somewhere above them, a man everyone believed had vanished years ago was standing in the darkness. Watching. Waiting. Charles Blackwood. Alive. The realization felt impossible. Yet after everything they had uncovered over the past week, impossible was becoming alarmingly common.

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.

I reached out and delicately traced the pattern, a jolt of familiarity coursing through me. Malachi's gaze followed my movement, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What have you found, Emma?" I opened the book, its pages crackling with the weight of forgotten wisdom. Words written in an ancient script adorned the parchment, and as I began to read, a revelation washed over me. "This... This is the Book of the Ancients," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and realization. "It holds the key to unlocking the true nature of the primordial force and the source of our own powers."

Chloe had named everything she established after her late godmother ‘Empire’ so the public had always wondered who owned the empire. From the school down to her factories and hospitals and companies, it all made sense now, the video had finally proven that the owner of these various establishments existed and it was just a little girl. Thou they haven’t figured out the complete story behind her success they were one step closer. Sandra had just arrived at Empire academy with a lot of bodyguards to protect her from the masses. On getting there she realized that the school was swamped with the press. Getting in was very difficult. Meanwhile Chloe had retreated to her office with Stephanie and

"Yes, I stole it. And later, I'll steal something even more important. Just watch." His grip tightened, his teeth clenched. "Have you lost your mind? First you tried to take the ring, now you're stealing a crown. Not only do you refuse to admit it, you're still talking like this. Isabella, is this what comes from growing up in an orphanage? You can't change that thieving nature of yours?" I could not take it anymore, I lifted my foot and kicked him hard. "I'm an orphan. Then what does that make you, the one who raised me?"

The morning sickness had kicked in with a vengeance three days ago, a queasy reminder that while she was living in a fairytale, her body was very much grounded in biological reality. On her lap lay the Silverclaw Codex, the heavy leather-bound book Beatrice had left behind. It smelled of old parchment and secrets. Emily had been devouring it, her archivist instincts flaring to life. It wasn't just a history of the pack; it was a ledger of debts, alliances, and blood feuds going back three centuries. "You are furrowing your brow," a deep voice rumbled. Emily looked up. Ethan was standing in the doorway of his home office, leaning against the frame. He had traded his combat trousers for a cris

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

It is completed Called The Returning Ex. Book four is available on Goodnovel Called The Fake Empire. Their grandchildren starting With Aiden Wilder now have their own story...