Novel & Cerita Spicy Chapters In Empire Of Storms

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

[Image: The human heart's electrical conduction system, firing in a state of high-intensity emotional resonance. The "Indifference" shattered. The shifters picked up their tools, their eyes flaring with a stubborn, human fire. They didn't need a Queen to tell them they were special; they needed a neighbor to remind them they were necessary. The 146th chapter ended with the sight of the Sun-Spire shedding its first layer of obsidian. A massive slab of the black stone fell into the harbor, sending a plume of sapphire water into the air. It wasn't a tragedy; it was a Shedding.

"We go to the boiler room. To the heat." He grabbed her hand. "The game is over, Saoirse. We are at war now." The elevator dinged. The doors opened to the industrial level. Tristan and Saoirse stepped out into the steam and the noise, hand in hand, ready to burn the Empire down or die trying. End of Chapter 9

CHAPTER 100—THE FINAL BOND The storm roared above, a relentless cacophony of thunder, wind, and rain, shaking the docks like the world itself was tearing apart. Every flicker of lightning revealed the horrors surrounding them: the corrupted portal, the twisted, shadowy figures clawing their way out, and most terrifying of all—the figure that had once been Luca.

He bites my nipple, making me jump. Then he looks back up at me. Our eyes meet. I hold his handsome face in my hands. “I had an incredible night.” He smiles softly. “Me too.” I touch the large hickey on his neck. His hand immediately goes to it as well. “What the fuck were you thinking?” “I honestly have no idea.” I giggle. “Your dick was too good. It turned me into an animal.” He bites me again. “How am I supposed to get on a plane with a huge hickey on my neck?” he complains. “If you knew how many important meetings I have this week, Seraphina...”

The only reason Lucy climbed the ladder so fast was because she was good at kissing ass and spent the last six months whispering poison in Henry’s ear, telling him I was building my own crew on the side, planning to take over. Henry was paranoid to begin with. With Lucy feeding his fears, he saw me as more of a threat every day. “I’ve already figured out what the Colombians like,” Lucy said, lifting her chin proudly, admiring the onyx ring on her finger. “They like hard liquor and women. All I have to do is turn on the charm, make them feel important, and they’ll happily sign a seventy-percent deal. As for you, you’re a relic.” “Is that so?” I said, perfectly calm, refusing to give her the s

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

They were fighting over a storm. And I was just beginning to learn how to roar. END OF CHAPTER 3