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Couldn't clean the body anymore. I guess he's too tired today.

The jaw of the King fell open in astonishment. Despite their supposed conquest of humanity, Alaric worked tirelessly to foster the growth and development of their lands, striving to alleviate the scourge of poverty wherever it reared its ugly head. Because of their own perceptions, they are unable to see the truth. Perhaps the leaders of the rebels have veiled their veracity, seeking to amass power for themselves.

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

He buried it down to the hilt, then gave it a hard twist. The pain of it caused her to scream resoundingly, which prompted the crowd around them to cheer even louder. Retholis then yanked his blade out of her, and allowed her blood to come pouring out of her gaping wound. It leaked out and soaked the black sand underneath her. He flipped her over on her back, so she could die looking at the sky above them. “I won’t deny that the Empire is ruled by coin,” he told the dying Empress. “But there’s a difference between profiting and profiteering. Only fools engage in wars believing it to be the only means of profit.”

"The empire isn't dead. It's just wounded. And wounded animals are the most dangerous." "How do we kill it?" "We don't." He turned to face the room. "We let it kill itself." "What does that mean?" "It means we stop chasing. We stop hiding. We stop reacting. We let the empire's enemies do our work for us." "Who are the empire's enemies?" Lucien looked at Elena. "Everyone Alexei ever crossed. Everyone Sergei ever betrayed. Everyone Margaret ever used." "That's a lot of people." "That's the point." He walked back to the table. "Strength in numbers. The same way they built the empire, we tear it down. Piece by piece. Person by person."

"Señor Russo, este trato beneficiará a su imperio. Después de todo, todos sabemos cómo su padre construyó su imperio... sobre mentiras y derramamiento de sangre." (Mr Russo, this deal will be in benefit of your empire. After all, we all know, how your father built his empire. On lies and bloodshed.) I raised up my gaze to meet the middle aged man who had just spoken. He is trying to be intimidating and forgetting I built my empire under the strike of Italian. And yet, he is fucking trying to intimidate me. My finger tips tapped on the table as I tried studying five of them closely. Scared I might end up doing the unthinkable, Griffin whispered closer into my ear.

It had grown into a tiny, red Rorschach, a foreboding marker of death scored on the promise of the future. The sight was worse than any attack by a corporation, any public humiliation. The blood was real, stomach-turning, a harsh reminder that the empire, all its might in spite of, was founded upon a foundation of fragile flesh and bone. The person who had been his bulwark was bleeding. ---

“I don’t seize land. I reclaim it. From packs that can’t pay their debts. From packs that can’t defend their borders. From packs that let their people starve while their alphas hoard money in offshore accounts.” I stopped right in front of Darius. Close enough to see his pulse jump in his throat. “You want to talk about unrest? Unrest happens when the strong hesitate. When we let weakness fester on our doorstep. I’m cutting it out before it spreads.” I looked around the room, meeting every pair of eyes. “Any pack that can hold what’s theirs—great. They keep it. Any pack that can’t? It becomes ours. That’s how empires stay alive. That’s how we stay on top.”

He knew the empire was under the support of the illegal industry, a world that could be bigger than the supremacy he made legally. But he waited. Until he could finally rage war against his only enemy. *definition not the noun pertaining to the lowest caste in India. @DEATH WISH PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL