Strong Soul Slayer Tycoon Novels & Stories

Clayton also did not deliberately tell Nicole about what went on in Mediania. Other places were in chaos. Tyler lost his territories and power one after another and suffered inexplicable blows numerous times. He finally realized that someone was targeting him. By then, Tyler already lost most of his territory, and what was most frustrating was that he could not find out who did it. The only thing he could be happy about was the money laundering project that went on very smoothly. At first, Tyler tested the waters with small amounts. He then gradually increased his investment. Sitting back and gaining profits without doing anything turned out to be very addictive.

I need her to stop feeling the way she’s feeling. Smith grins. “Well, not me, personally. I don’t have the two million buy in. Yet. I will after this, but for this round, I’m serving in an exclusively logistical support role.” Two million? Smith draws his lips back in the approximation of a smile, revealing his bleached Chiclet teeth. He looks like that crazy actor with the face you want to punch. “I know, right? Two million.” He whistles. “That’s a lot of dough, but you’ve developed quite a reputation. Haunt of the Hills? The Mercenary?”

Looking up at me with her doe eyes, she whispered slowly, "Why don't you try me? One month, Rue Colterzon. I can assure you that within a span of a month, you'll solve your problem with asexuality." I was about to be distracted by the way her hazel eyes stared at me, but then I realized what she had just said. My brows automatically furrowed. "How did you know about that?" I questioned. That damn Rij! Did he spill my secret on her?! Tysha decided to change the topic. "Deal? All you have to do is sign the contract and hire me," she continued to persuade me into something I wouldn't even consider doing. "I'm not signing that shit," I declared, standing my ground.

Ty asked out of the blue. “Of course who hasn’t ! That’s a luxury chain of hotels, restaurants, casinos, commercial hot spots and not to forget the main sponsor of Dad Valen and Dad Zarek’s favourite tournament- The Death Wheels !” I stated everything in one breath like a die hard fan. I am actually more than a die hard fan. I am like absolutely crazy about them. “But why do you ask ?” “Will you believe it if I say that I own the conglomerate ?” Ty asked with a serious face.

“I haven’t asked permission.” Jo’s eyebrows arched as she considered what she was hearing. “But… you’re a Vampire. Since when do Vampires ask permission for… anything?” “I’m a Souled Vampire,” he corrected, not angrily but sternly enough to get the point across. “We are not like other Vampires. You should know that by now.” “Granted. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking, if you could see what’s going on in Cassidy’s mind, maybe we’d get an indication as to whether or not this plan to get behind the shield was working or not.”

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

I don’t move. That kind of desperation has value. Not the offer — not yet — but the insight into how far a man will go to keep breathing. I’ve been cleaning out the pigs from the system for months now. Inheriting the Famiglia’s business meant taking on the dirtiest, most brutal parts of life. And part of my job is separating what can be salvaged from what needs to burn. “You know how much you owe?” He hesitates, trying to look sane. “I… lost track.”

"The global grid is now fully autonomous. No one owns the light anymore. Not the Vances, not the Vanderwalls, and certainly not the ghosts of the Morningstar." Killian turned to her, pulling her into the curve of his arm. The "Ice Tycoon" was a ghost of a past life, a role he had played with such conviction that he had almost forgotten the man beneath the frost. It had taken an engineer to look past the structural damage of his soul and find the foundation that was still worth saving. "We built a world without debts, Elena," he whispered, kissing her temple as the city lights twinkled in response to their work. "And a home without secrets," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

She seemed more fragile than usual. Tyler had once been called a grinning bloody shark by a business associate—and it hadn’t been meant as an insult—because he could smile nicely while eviscerating his opponents. Because he’d been raised up in a bleak, hard place and it was in him, too, that bleakness. That hardness. It was what made him rich. And he liked his sex the way he liked his many business deals and everything else in this life he’d built entirely with his own hands—completely under his control.

I simply stepped aside and he landed on the ground. He stood up fuming in embarrassment and anger and threw a punch at me. This time I didn't dodge, I took the blow on my cheek. Yes, I lost my balance but the impact didn't draw any blood. I clicked my tongue to mock him. Why some men thought that being a male is enough to be powerful? They are delusional.