Nobody's Empire Book Novels & Stories

Keir’s voice became more severe, his bright eyes "that shit will soon be found and killed." "Do you think... everything will work out with that?" I asked and a part of me - one that was silly, innocent and kind, one that I thought died in these many reincarnations -, wished that it was possible, that’s how things would work, but Keir snorted. "Dear... this is not a book, there will be no "happy ending". This empire is impregnated with political, social and economic problems. The lack of communication between the people and their monarchy is so absurd that, even possessing magic and so many forms of evolution, it is like being released from the dark ages" the redhead said, the eyes facing the

“Let’s try to ponder over which of the two of us is the real dumb idiot… So first, the attack you made last night. It is nothing but a loud cry of wanting war against the empire. And what does the empire have that you don’t?” Emery paused for a while, giving Pearce some time to think and probably answer her question. However, he remained quiet and simply gave her a disgusted look which she just shrugged off. “The empire has an army, probably even tens of thousands of soldiers. What about yours? How many are you in the organization who wish to find justice? Do you have over a thousand people? If you are lesser than that, then your proclamation of rebellion against the empire is just like a ch

Just the quiet understanding that some things didn’t need to be spoken. I sat back in the chair, hands still, and let the silence do the talking for once. The empire was mine. The cost was mine. And somewhere in the space between them, a new thread had begun to spin—thin, dangerous, and already tangled up with the man who’d once burned the world for me and never got the chance. The new queen had taken the throne. And the city was still breathing. THE END. Original story.

— L' I sat back and waited. Twenty seconds. His reply came back through a completely different route than the one I had used. A route I hadn't identified. He had found a gap in my system I didn't know existed. I sat up very straight. 'B minus. I breached the most sophisticated private security system on the planet and you give me a B minus.' There was a pause in the code, deliberate. 'Let me be very clear about something, Luna. I have killed men without blinking. I have built an empire that makes governments nervous. I have never in my life begged for anything from anyone.'

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."

Chapter 1: The First Glance I stepped through the massive oak doors of the Kensington estate with my suitcase in one hand and my dignity in the other, the late afternoon sun slanting golden across the marble foyer like it was trying to seduce me already. At thirty-eight, I’d been a nanny for fifteen years—long enough to know that rich families came with their own special brand of chaos. But this job had sounded perfect on paper: generous pay, private suite, and a “troubled young man” who apparently needed structure. I’d pictured a surly teenager with video games and attitude. Not this.

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

It would be answered by behavior. By who moved first. By who tried to seize control. And by who chose to wait. As Nathaniel stood at the window one last time before sleep, he felt no urge to intervene. This was not a crisis. It was a reckoning. And the empires he had inherited were about to reveal whether they could survive without being dominated. The fall, he understood now, would not be dramatic. It would be quiet. Marked not by collapse, but by choice. And that choice was already underway.

*Amelia’s POV* Adrian slid his hand from my hip up to my throat and squeezed it tenderly, "My feelings don't matter, Amelia. My empire is what matters, and you make me weak." My eyes widened. I hadn't expected him to be so honest about his feelings. I could see the raw emotion in his eyes and hear the vulnerability in his voice as he spoke. I wanted to capitalize on that softness that was so unlike the Adrian I had come to know. Yes, he was saying what he felt for me didn't matter, but he was acknowledging that he felt something, and it made me feel less crazy.

A message that will change everything. “Your empire… is mine.”