Precious On Empire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her fingers found the rabbit’s ear and smoothed it. The man finally spoke. “We have orders to ask you about property transfers linked to Blackwell Global,” he said. “We have a few transactions that look irregular. We need to know where you got funds from, and who you spoke to in the last year.” Elara stared at him. “I don’t know what you mean. I have no funds. I left everything.” He opened the folder again. A single paper slid free. It was a printout of a transfer. The numbers were small but real. There were bank names, dates. Her name was on one line. The feeling that rose in her chest was not fear but cold.

POV EMMA BELLE The sky didn't turn white or indigo; it turned the color of Polished Onyx. Above the harbor, the Obsidian Spire—the original seat of the lineage—began to expand. Its surface, once a tapestry of integrated vines and living stone, shed its organic skin like a snake. Beneath the moss and the marble lay the "Prime-Metal": a cold, indestructible substance that had waited through 140 chapters for its rightful owner to claim it.

"Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.” Her eyes burned, "You think you’re preserving our legacy by dragging in some street rat?" she spat. "Do you know how many billionaires came to me with daughters worthy of our name, elegant, powerful families with clean blood and ambition!….. but you” She pointed a trembling finger at me, voice rising with each word. "You choose a pauper, a gold digger, a parasite perhaps even a whore to stain everything we built?" I

I asked suspiciously, "You hated my father. You spent a decade trying to drive Quinnix Innovations into the dirt. Why would you spend a fortune to free his daughter?" Jared’s hazel eyes locked into mine as he let out a soft amused breath, leaning an inch closer. "Because Amelia, your father is dead, and the empire he left behind is currently being asset stripped by your charming ex-fiancé and your traitorous cousin. Quinnix Innovations is vulnerable and I don’t like leaving things I want out in the open." "You want Quinnix," I said with a frown. "So you dragged me out of a South African prison to do what? Beg me for stock options?"

the merchant crooned as he watched her expression. The Empress blushed. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she chuckled. The man called to his daughter, "Bring out our finest wares! We have a very special customer." Dutifully the daughter came in with a locked box. "Greetings, madam," she said as she dipped her head respectfully. Handing the box to her father, the woman disappeared into the back again. In the distraction, Aurora missed the man pulling out a key and unlocking the box. From the box, the shopkeeper pulled a ring and placed it on the table. While the Empress did not wear much jewelry herself (with the exception of her soft spot for beautiful crowns), she could appreciate good c

Third Person POV "Marry me, Jewel," Henry said, on his knees with his hand stretching the jewelry box forward. Jewel gasped again and looked at the ring. It was a real diamond silver ring that reflected rainbow colors on the wall as soon as the sun fell on it. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. "Henry..." She was utterly speechless. She didn't know how to bring her words out. On the other hand, Hakeem was scared that she might not be ready. That he might have read the signals too fast. That she was going to say no.

From the meager sparks, hot licking flames leapt to joyous life inside. So much for The Art of War. Attempting to focus, if for no other reason than now he wanted the blouse off her too, he tugged at the fragile fabric carefully, searching for whatever fastening held it so close around her neck. Finding the finished collar in the gathered silk at last, his fingers followed it until he found the dainty buttons. “How did you get this on this morning?” Jim’s fingers fumbled to slip the three tiny pearled beads from their loops. Reminded by his question, Teri faced forward again, her mind at last clawing its way towards full consciousness and clarity. “I must’ve put it on around my neck backward

I discerned Evon's implication. Being a 3rd-circle knight, Evon's heightened senses enabled him to detect subtle traces of Beastmen, perhaps even within the confines of a prison. "The Beastmen do seem to captivate the nobles' interest," Evon conceded. He felt a surge of excitement that Lord Riel had swiftly caught on to his subtle hints and effortlessly brought up the topic. "The Empire's mines and dungeons hold invaluable resources like iron, crystal ore, and gems, vital for fueling its economy. The key lies in having a labor force to extract these treasures and ensure the Empire's prosperity," Lord Riel elucidated.

I saw a dress that caught my eyes. I was lost in the dress's beauty. Someone walked closer to me. "That's an empire dress,you have good eyes." She complimented. "Empire?"I inquired curiously. I touched the fabric. " How much?" I inquired further. "5 silver," she replied. "5?" I was paid 10 silver per month and I have saved 60 silver in total. "It's expensive, " Gloria said. It's really expensive but I like the dress,I have to look good at least.

That when Krystal rushed in, slowly gazing down at the box again. The imperial sapphire was one of the rarest jewels in the empire. A jewel so rare that even royal families fought wars over stones of similar quality. Diago only gifted it once to the person he became obsessed with later in the story. “No way…” He whispered and with trembling hands, he carefully opened the box. There it was, a breathtaking silver necklace with a deep blue gemstone which glowed beneath the sunlight like a captured moon. Just then, a note beneath caught his attention.