Star Wars The Sith Empire Novels & Stories

The man she'd spent years imagining. The man she'd blamed for everything. The doors opened. The executive floor was quiet. Almost unnaturally so. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the entire city. Employees moved with careful efficiency. Nobody lingered. Nobody wasted time. The atmosphere felt less like an office and more like a battlefield. "Your department is down this hall." The HR representative smiled. "Good luck." Then she disappeared. Seraphina took a breath. One step. Then another. The war had officially begun.

he said, his voice carrying something more complicated, now something unresolved. He hesitated, then continued anyway. “Even though Aurelia is my wife…” His gaze drifted slightly. “…they’re not the same.” His voice lowered, quieter but heavier than before. “One of them is like dust… and the other is a star.” The words lingered in the air, heavy and unkind, behind the door. Aurelia heard everything. She had already changed, and her hand rested on the door handle, but she did not move. A faint tightness spread through her chest, not sharp, not overwhelming, but enough to remind her that the pain was still there.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

"You refuse alliance. Accept mine." SatoTech jet sliced clouds midnight-sleek, cabin a cocoon of ebony leather and burled walnut, engines humming low threat. I claimed a window seat, New York shrinking, diamond-veined below, but Kenji loomed in the aisle, bespoke midnight suit clinging to lean predator lines, dragon tattoo pulsing in the throat under an unbuttoned collar. "Tokyo," he said, gravel-velvet command settling opposite, long legs invading my space deliberately. "Empire needs tending. You come." "Abduction's not an invitation, Sato." My contralto sliced crisp, crossing athletic legs, jewel-silk stockings whispering defiance. Storm brewed horizon black, lightning fracturing like his

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

“You have children making an oath when they have no idea what they’re even making the oath to.” She knew this tone. Instantly, she bristled, but kept her voice calm and controlled. “Does that bother you?” “It explains a lot.” “And what’s that supposed to mean.” He didn’t answer, and a hot prickle of defensive anger crawled over her skin. He hated everything. He hated the Empire, hated the Emperor, hated the people, hated everything that wasn’t his. Well, not everything was about him.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

Clouded with a thick fog of apprehension and nervousness, Keira blurted a 'yes sir', to the owner of the voice, even before she could stop herself. Appalled and embarrassed by her impulsive response to his command, which everyone heard clearly, she pulled the door open and scurried out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

The kind you earn by choosing yourself—again and again—until the world finally reflects the life you built. The stars burned quietly above. And the empire she built— The one no one could take away— Stayed.

"Too shiny. Too fast." "Aethelgard," Aradaa whispered. He felt the cold creep up his spine. "The Empire from across the water. They cut their link to the global network decades ago. They never felt the Reset. They’ve just been sitting over there, growing steel while we learned to grow grain." The ships began to circle, deploying swarms of black, insect-like Harvester drones. The pine-scented air turned acrid. "They’re looking for us, aren't they?" Kaelor asked. He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching in the frost.