Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer Novels & Stories

Every meal was a painful ordeal, and they fueled my hatred toward Celine and Shawn. I swore that I would make whoever hurt me pay for the harm they'd caused to me.

I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it. "I'm saying fine let's travel together, I will be the companion you want but in exchange for your collaboration with my company. We can have as much fun as you desire during the vacation, but once it's over don't expect anything else from me. Do you understand me, Mr Amadi Enyinnaya?" "Sure I do, trust me, I really do understand you. So deal?" I asked with my right hand stretched out in anticipation of a handshake. "Deal" she said, placing her Little hand in mine "After all it's just a weekend."

the Alpha snarled – woking the anger inside his constituents. Everyone was strangely snarling at this point, maybe it was a good sign – great anger equals significant chances of winning in a pack war. "Hey, pay attention," I flinched as Kimur suddenly pinched my side. Fuck, I almost seriously slept – I could've been in great trouble if anybody from the crowd noticed. After excruciating hours and hours of just ranting about... Zensther bad... Stylynx is good. I sighed as we were finally bound to set off, the Alpha has bid his goodbyes and good lucks. I just know he doesn't care whether everybody else dies – as long as Maximus doesn't starve and go boohoo.

We will not leave any stone unturned, therefore, there will be no failure. Do you know what his next move might be? NO, my Lord, we have no access to his mansion because all the girls have lost access to our mansion. Create a precise strategy for conquering the new world and nearly all the twenty major lands. We will not leave any stone unturned, thus, there will be no failure.

"Send Frost back. Since they're determined to rush toward their own destruction, I won't stop them." As I quietly watched them cry in despair, a desire for revenge slowly formed in my heart. I wondered whether they would regret everything once they discovered that the conqueror's true goal had always been to destroy their family and drive them into ruin.

And the fastest way to weaken the woman was to endanger her son. Break her heart. Crack her armor. Push the boy until he fell. Then claim the mother from the ruins. Lucia’s skin went cold. Vanguard leaned in slightly, just enough to make her breath catch. Your son has a destiny, Lucia. I’m only helping him reach it. Lucia’s voice was quiet, deadly. And what is that destiny? Vanguard’s smile curved slowly. To bleed. To conquer. To command. Or to die trying. Lucia’s heart stopped.

He told her about her dress code, it was not going to be the scanty dresses that she wore at her old club, it was still skimpy she would be a lot more covered up than she ever was in that place. She was not going to be offering private dances to any customer no matter what and hearing that, Mia had already accepted the terms in her heart. But she let him continue. The icing on the cake was when he spoke about her pay. It was ten times more than her old pay and suddenly Mia felt a little suspicious. “These are multi billionaires, men and women around the world who have no idea what to do with their money anymore. It is for the one percent of the one percent. It is beyond exclusive” he began t

The silence that followed felt heavy, echoing faintly with the sound of retreating heels. Her gaze drifted to the pile of hospital bills on the desk—each stamped Paid in Full by a donor agency she didn’t recognize. She didn’t know that behind the anonymity stood Leo and Luca, quietly ensuring she and her father were safe. Despite the unease, a spark of determination flared in her chest. She would not be manipulated—not by Valentina, not by anyone. The world she’d left behind could stay gilded and poisonous. She was building something new. That afternoon, she called the admissions office to finalize her return to school. It was her small, quiet act of rebellion.

I will provide the slow poison. Second rule: recruit, don’t conquer. Power that is given makes better music than power that is taken. I will not break the child's resolve with force that might extinguish him. That would be adorable but ultimately messy. Better to ask for a hand and then tie the fingers with velvet. Seek a witch with fewer scruples than talent—one hungry for notoriety, greedy enough for immortality but jejune about cost. Eirene Vale's file glowed when I called in a favor. Ambition, like an easy purse, reveals itself when you prod.

The fortress, long sacrosanct, provided its first intimation of vulnerability not in the ferocity of the battle, but in the tranquil wake of victory. The telecom deal had been sealed, a masterpiece of predatory art where they had left their opponents eviscerated and bleeding on the exchange floor. They had celebrated it over a glass of ancient Armagnac, the mood one of primitive, shared victory. They were monarchs on their own battlefield, and the world was theirs to command.