Imperium Press Novels & Stories

Raeleigh Campbell POV Being onstage the day after my entire relationship blew up in my face. I couldn’t believe the pressure I felt to be perfect. I couldn’t let them see me break down. I couldn’t let my fans down. It was important. They paid money to see me be perfect. My microphone in hand the cheers, faces blurred, arms raised. I took it all in before I plastered a smile on my face. A happy smile I’ve practiced and mastered over the years. When I felt broken and numb on the inside.

I replied. Not physically. Spiritually. He nodded. “That’s enough.” Back home, I sealed the letter and placed it in a drawer labeled simply: What Remains. Not contracts. Not stock certificates. Not awards. Just reminders. The empire had never been about scale. It had been about self-respect. And self-respect, once earned, does not depreciate. As night settled over the city, I stepped onto the balcony one final time. Not to measure. Not to prove. Just to witness.

"The emergency hearing is set for Thursday. That gives us two days to prepare everything." "What are our odds?" Camila asked quietly. "Honestly. Not the reassuring version." Priya considered the question carefully before answering, which I appreciated more than an easy platitude would have earned from me. "Honestly, I think we win the emergency motion. It's thin, and thin motions rarely succeed on their own merits. But I won't pretend Alessia hasn't surprised us before. If she has a witness we don't know about yet, our odds change considerably, and not in our favor."

He feared he would take the wrong step, worried that her resentment toward him would grow instead of diminish. In the years since Imperium's establishment, the only time he had given such an urgent order was when he was searching for his mother. Today marked the second time. Those who worked within the organization had been meticulously selected from special forces, possessing top-tier obedience and efficiency. Barring any unexpected occurrences, there would likely be news before dawn.

After glancing at the headline about Emily Quest, Xyla Quest opened the news article related to Imperial Prime. At the top of the page, there was an official press statement from the Quest family and documents of proof from the police. In summary, the negative media related to Imperial Prime was a false rumor somebody had intentionally created. After that, they would be taking legal action against the criminal. Despite the rumors, units in Imperial Prime were sold out yesterday. It only took a total of six days.

Those medical services could take all the money they had spent years saving. But on the other hand, I couldn't see any other way of help David. I couldn't let that illness take my brother away from me. I looked away from the mirror and turned to leave the restroom. I walked out slowly, absent-mindedly scanning the pale room in search of some color. That's when I noticed that the television in the waiting room was on and a newspaper was announcing what seemed to be a great achievement. "AX has been officially bought by the Imperium group and the hope is for further growth in the number of jobs. The president, the Damien Mason, did not give any interviews, but the deal was announced to the Bra

she rolled her eyes. Shane smiled but she had no idea why the smile gave her the willies, he rest on the chair and swerved left and right, “I had a talk with Samson and he said that you really need to have that press conference as soon as possible, it’s damaging the company’s reputation and guess who is benefiting from all these?” Margaret rubbed her temple, sighing, “I know, Simon Gray and his son.” “Exactly and this is not helping us, and honestly, with the look of things mom, I don’t think we can redeem ourselves. Your affairs really damaged us, do you have any idea what people are calling you? They are saying you are a professional harlot.”

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

“Don’t ask too many questions. It’ll be quick.” “Okay.” Concern still tightened my features when she walked out of the door. I got up on my feet. “Ren, open up!” I knocked on Ren’s door two doors next to mine. He quickly opened as if he was about to get out. “What’s wrong?” “What’s the effect of Imperium?” “How do you know about that?” He looked concerned. “Just fucking answer me.” I widened my eyes at him. “Dilated pupils and you pretty much know instantly once you see it on someone. He can be distracted or too focused when controlled.”

Everyone else soon followed suit. “When did he do that? What the hell is he thinking? Did you know about this, Cassie?” asked Troy. Cassie looked on with everyone else as Aaron went out to meet the man that had pulled them over. Aaron was eerily quiet, too quiet on the drive to Venatores. It unsettled her. Imperium, the city of power, was so named because of more than just its officially doesn’t exist, army of myth. The House of Assassins also kept within its walls dangerous secrets. Resilient and crafty, in no small part due to his strict upbringing, Aaron consumed information like no one else Cassie knew. What long lost secrets did his one day in charge of such a place unveil?