Ruthless Empire Novels & Stories

With every passing day, our vision of a better future grew clearer—and there was no force, not even an empire, that could stand in the way of progress. Battle Star Empire was unlike any other nation in the Central Continent. Unlike the structured kingdoms and republics that surrounded it, this empire was ruled by sheer brute force and unrelenting domination. It was, in many ways, what happened when a barbarian horde managed to survive for far too long, adapting only just enough to function in a changing world while still maintaining its core savagery. The ruling system was built entirely on fear—when the emperor ordered something, it had to be done. Failure meant execution, usually by behead

“I came here today to talk about this, but he’s too busy to meet me. Lockton Corporation belongs to my family, so it’s only logical for me to want its companies. He’ll have to forgive me for wanting to buy them. I believe he’ll be able to understand my reasoning and won’t hold it against a nobody like me.” Abel coolly gave her a reminder. “I thought you said he has a few screws loose in his head and is a bald, single man, who only cares about profit?” Ruth had lost her rationality from anger earlier, and it was only at this moment that she realized that Abel belonged to Grand Empire, and she had just cursed at his boss. She also needed his help… Her smile gained a flattering edge. “Those wer

"Are you sure it's the royal 'slave' mark?" Maxi said thoughtfully. The mighty Vasking Empire was founded by the emperor Bourbon-Chammis. Under his reign, the Empire grew immensely. The throne is rotated according to the order of the Crown Prince. Rumor has it that King Chammis was a believer in idealism. But this doctrine has long since been lost. It's like believing in gods, God and humans are connected through the signals sent by the Supreme. If you obey these laws, the empire will last forever and become more and more powerful. But in the reign of King Chammis III, without knowing what happened in the royal court, this new emperor was not the chosen one of the deceased Emperor.

He informed with a huge grin playing across her face. A contract with the Conner's Empire? They got my attention. I drew my brows together and climbed down the stairs. "A contract with the Conner's Empire? What do you mean? When did it happen?" She laughed and patted my shoulder, "Ever since That bad luck left our house, things seem to be falling into place. With the Conner's Empire by our side, we will be able to pay our debts and become inevitable." My coming has been facing so many backdowns and I feared its ruination would come sooner than later. The Conner's Empire was our only hope of redemption as a partnership with them would mean the debts getting paid for.

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a possessive claim that tasted of smoke and secrets. "Now, give me the USB." Cali’s hand tightened around the leather-bound drive. "No. This is my leverage, Devi. This is the one thing you can't buy back." Devi’s expression shifted. The understanding husband vanished, replaced by the ruthless CEO who had built an empire on blood. He stepped into her space, his shadow swallowing her, his jealousy of her defiance flaring. "Leverage?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft register. "Against me? In my house? With my guards at the door and my tracker on your ankle?" He grabbed her wrist, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind her of th

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

Caio whispered to the empty office, “there will be no legacy. No company. Just ashes and a name no one will want to pronounce.” He realized the magnitude of his mistake. His emotional immaturity hadn’t only caused him to lose the woman he desired; it had led him to neglect the monster growing in his own house. While he played the wounded billionaire, André and his corrupt directors had been using the empire as cover for crimes he would have condemned in any competitor. He stared into the mirror of his soul and saw the rot of a cursed empire that he himself had financed with his indifference and arrogance.

“You’re taking this personally.” “I’m taking it seriously.” My reflection in the glass looked colder than I felt. “Their empire’s lasted a century because Gregory was ruthless enough to stitch it into the bloodline. Contracts, trusts, clauses—airtight. He’d rather watch billions rot than let an outsider get a piece. He built a fortress and left his daughter inside it.” Julius leaned back, folding his arms. “And you think you can breach it?” “Family can be infiltrated.” My smile was slow, Allieiberate.

Now came the fun part - showing everyone else what an empire built on love, protected by ruthlessness, and sustained by absolute partnership could accomplish. The world was about to find out what happened when two people decided to stop surviving and start ruling. And I couldn't wait to begin.

My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road. I hated everything here. I hated the expectations, the scripts that were written for us long before we could even form sentences. Why do our fathers think they had the right to dictate our lives? Why does his father keep shoving royalty and legacy down Alex's throat like it was the only reason he had him? Why does mine keep trying to mold me into a man I can barely recognize? The perfect son. The future president. They didn't know us. At least, mine never really did. I exhaled, shaking my head. There was one person who probably would understand me right now. Who would relate to how I feel right now—but she wasn't reachable