Precious On Empire Novels & Stories

I kept my makeup light, except for the deep red on my lips to match the dress. Diamonds rested at my throat, catching the light. Matching earrings framed my face. I looked like myself again. Not just polished—But strong. Certain. I watched as Stefan stepped closer, stopping just behind me. “May I have the honor?” he asked, offering his arm. I smiled and slipped my hand through it. “I was hoping you’d ask.” … The moment Stefan and I walked in, the entire room seemed to hold its breath. Whispers followed almost instantly. “What is she doing here? Wasn’t she filing for divorce from the Don?”

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

"You're mining the one thing that can kill your own kind. That's insane." "It would be," he agreed, meeting her eyes, "if we were careless. But we aren't. Advanced filtration. Pressurized gear. We mine it, refine it, sell it. That's how we stay free. That's how we stay stronger than them." He stepped closer, towering over her, but his touch was startlingly gentle when he cupped her face. His thumb stroked her cheekbone with a tenderness that made her stomach flutter. "I don't need to impress you with riches, Valerie," he whispered, voice low and rough. "I want you to see this. We're not desperate scavengers. We're an empire. And every inch of it is yours if you want it."

George's POV Priya's office at midnight looked like a war room, papers spread across every surface, three associates she'd called in on emergency notice working through case law while Camila sat rigid in a chair across from Priya's desk, her hands wrapped so tight around a cup of coffee that her knuckles had gone white. I stood near the window, watching the city lights below, feeling helpless in a way I wasn't used to feeling. I'd spent years learning how to solve problems with money, with leverage, with the kind of quiet influence that made obstacles simply disappear if you knew which door to knock on. None of that worked here. A judge couldn't be bought, not without destroying the exact ca

The empire had been completely cleansed, its multi-billion-dollar treasury locked behind a dual-biometric firewall that answered exclusively to Knox and myself. I stood by the glass walls of the penthouse master suite, dressed in a sweeping black velvet maternity gown that cascaded flawlessly around my feet. My hand rested securely against the heavy, low curve of my stomach, where our true biological heir was fully prepared to enter the world. The legendary family emeralds gleamed with a brilliant, dangerous intensity around my neck, their vibrant green stones reflecting the deep crimson hues of the sunset. Knox approached from behind, his footsteps slow, heavy, and carrying the absolute wei

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.

"The real CEO is right here next to me." She looked at me proudly. "The real CEO is Maya." The room was silent. Bryan's eyes went wide. "What?! " One of the other board members spoke up. "That's impossible…" Tasha smiled. "Oh, it's very possible. She's the daughter of the late Mr. Daniels. The founder. Maya inherited the company three years ago." People gasped. Everyone was staring at me. Even the man—the other CEO—was staring at me now, but not in shame. With something like… respect.

Chris had just sent Little treasure and the rest of when his satellite phone beeped. It was a tone unique for messages from his treasures. He picked up the phone with a smile as he thought it was Little treasure urging him to work hard. His lips curled up further as he read the message; it wasn’t from Little treasure. It read- ‘Daddy, the empress is on her own. I am not responsible if anything happens to your spoilt empress. I am busy.’ – Big treasure.

Almost Royal Nayyab stared at herself. She looked at her clothes. She could have never afford these. She looked at herself again. She didn't find the poor Nayyab in the reflection. Her smile dropped realizing that if it weren't for the dress and makeup, she would never been allowed to such parties. She knew that this was all temporary....this place, clothes, jewelry. Soon Nour Begum would find an alliance of Nayyab status or a little better and marry her off.

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.