Ruthless Empire Novels & Stories

Sebastian Cross is an American businessman and investor. At the age of thirty-seven, Cross is the oldest son of media billionaire Richard Cross Jr. and the grandson of Richard Cross Sr. In 2012, he took over control of the family business, Cross Global Holdings Ltd., along with investments in television, movies, and many other companies. He is the former executive chairman of Publishing and Consolidated Media Holdings, which mainly owns media businesses across different platforms, and he is also a former executive chairman of N*****x.

I could picture myself like a prey, and this one is my predatory. "Are you okay?" Even his voice wasn't gentle, it's full of viciousness. My lips parted. Dahan-dahan akong tumango at pinagmasdan ang siya ng mabuti. His body's defined perfectly, sculpted like a greek warrior in ancient times. His prominent jawline is something that captivates me, from his thick furrowing eyebrows, thick and long lashes and eyes of a cruel man possessing no emotion at all, it amazes me how flawless he is. Sa matangos niyang ilong, labing maninipis at kulay pula, sa kanyang balat na mamula-mula, hindi pa ako humanga ng ganito sa tanang buhay ko.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

But what he says next boils my blood. "you can and you will," he folds his hands over his chest. Like he is doing this to control himself. "we have all day, you are cleaning this even if it takes you all day." I threw my hands in the air, and frustrated tears burned my eyes. "what kind of ruthless bastard are you? I told you I can't do it." "you will do it," he grits. "fuck you," I yelled picking up a handful of horseshit mixed with straw and throwing it at him. "Eat this and die."

After so many years of being always in survival mode, I used to be a cruel and unforgiving person, especially against wealthy people that show no empathy for their slaves. I swore to myself I will be some kind of a punisher for the people like them, only to realize I was slowly losing a part of my soul. I got tired of killing, and assassinating people that I thought were relevant to our cause—just in the name of justice I thought I believed would save thousands of tortured servants. Yet Emyr and Helena were blinded by the power and riches and forgot the reason why we had to conquer the Empire in the first place.

Spencer was not able to distinguish if it was a mock or not. Emmette gazed at the overview of the Empire. Thrascias was so huge Emmette could not seem to see the end. It was a peaceful, magnificent empire that is the total opposite of Aparactias. If Thrascias is an Empire of Defense and land of peacemakers, Aparctias is an Empire of Offense where most of the forces were war-freak who only obeys the Ruler. Emmette released a stressful laugh. What iconic places to be ruled by one woman.

I should have ended her. But I didn’t. Because some part of me, some pathetic thread of humanity, hesitated. And now look where that hesitation got me. Nikolai; dead. Lysandra; gone. Delilah; a traitor. And me? I had lost control of the empire I built with blood and bone. An empire that I spent years crafting very carefully to make sure that I destroyed those that deserved it. A sharp knock came at the door. I glared at the door, wanting to be left alone. But I knew that if they had knocked the door then it would be important.

I realize their lawless empire is crumbling fast from the inside, unable to handle the strain of our relentless defenses and the exposure of their corrupt secrets. Mercer built his entire military apparatus on absolute fear, ruthless efficiency, and the promise of endless conquest, but once our pack cracked their invulnerability, the illusion of supremacy shattered. His own commanders, greedy for power and desperate to escape the impending collapse, turned their alchemical rifles and ether-blades upon one another in a bloody scramble for control.

He threw it somewhere and immediately stripped me. “It’s been a long time since I fuck you from behind,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me, what happened?” I asked and bit my lower lip. I slowly slid my arm towards his six pack abs. He groaned while I’m doing that. I also slowly loosened his belt and opened the zipper of his pants. “A newly built house was damaged. But it’s fixed.” He reached my face for a kiss but I avoided it. “That’s it?” “It’s a planned work. To destroy the company,” he admitted.

"Partners share information and build strategies together instead of hiding behind commands and threats. If you want my trust you have to start proving you respect me." "Respect is earned on the battlefield and you just proved you run toward danger without thinking," Gideon fired back with a hardening glare. "You threw yourself in front of my security guard to protect a man you do not even know. That kind of bleeding heart empathy will get you killed in my circles." "That empathy is the only reason I am fighting so hard to keep my nephew away from your corrupt world," Maren shot back with fierce determination. "I will never apologize for defending innocent people from tyrants who abuse their