Nobody's Empire Book Novels & Stories

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"Isn't that the council's great healing spa for the sick?" - You don't sell the idea of a miraculous cure? - Apparently, you've become very cynical in these five months. "I'm not cynical, I'm a realist," Emil said, shrugging. - How did this happen? – He questioned him. - Like this? After all, dead bodies couldn't care less what happened to them. - Even if, in fact, it is the rest, it may be that people even get to be cynical, in our midst. - He said.

Not an empire, but The Empire. And that was what it had become. Under its authority, the people thrived. There were no more warlords, no more fighting, no more misery. All of that had disappeared. Even the most destitute of territories that had suffered from the worst kind of poverty and starvation were cared for now. The Empire conquered first the land, then the soul of it: this was how life should be, full of prosperity and peace.

“And it’s already out.” Silence filled the room and for the first time, Cassian’s father had no answer. Outside, the sky darkened. One empire had already started to fall and another was beginning to rise. And somewhere in the city, Yura waited quietly, unaware that the ground beneath Cassian’s father was already breaking. ______ Anton Vale sat behind his massive desk, staring at the screens. Every chart, reports and news alert showed the same thing: the empire was slipping. He clenched his fists, the veins in his neck became visible.

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

Flora's POV Five years later, Chicago was still the same—familiar and strange all at once. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my hotel room, looking down at the city I'd once called home for three years. A copy of Forbes lay on the table, my face on the cover. "FLORA ROSSI: THE AI QUEEN'S JOURNEY FROM DATA SCIENTIST TO BILLIONAIRE." An eight-billion-dollar acquisition had put my name on the global stage.

Annie was cornering me and somehow, the man who claimed to rule an empire couldn’t see through it. I reached for my phone. But Luca moved faster. He snatched it from my hand, his gaze snapping back to me. “Who are you calling? Isn’t this embarrassing enough? You want more people to see our family fall apart?” “Give it back!” I struggled, my wrist still tied, unable to even sit up properly. He stared at me for a second, then tossed the phone onto the bed. “Fine. Take it,” he said coldly. “But listen carefully—if you make a call today, any call, I’ll drain every last dollar from the Kane accounts like it’s nothing.”

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.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Together, they were learning how to navigate the chaos, how to fight back against the forces that threatened to tear them apart. And with each passing day, Kael realized something else: the empire was not just the land they ruled. It was the people who stood beside them—the ones who had fought alongside them, who had been with them in the darkest moments. The empire would rise again, not because of its walls or its throne, but because of the strength of those who still believed in it. But that would only happen if they could confront the enemy at its heart—if they could face the darkness that had been planted so deeply within their ranks.