Strong Soul Slayer Tycoon Novels & Stories

You little punk, do you even know who I am? "I am Tyson Payne, the leader of Tiger Clan, one of the most powerful groups in Emberstone's criminal underworld. I've got almost 30 thousand men under my command. "If you dare take my wife, even if you had a hundred lives, you still wouldn't survive. Now, hand over my wife and kneel to face your death. "Otherwise, I'll make you experience the cruelest punishment in the world. By the end, you will wish you were dead!" "Presumptuous!" Terry's anger flared. With a slap, he sent Tyson flying.

September Thorne is a name to be feared and complimented in the whole city. At a very young age, he was able to beat old and experienced businessmen. His empire just keeps on growing and growing as time goes by. He's just plainly unstoppable. It was like someone handed him a dull and rusty knife and now he was able to use this as a sharp and fear-consuming sword. He can just take down any business around the city, and almost everyone was aware that his connection outside the boundaries of the city also should never be underestimated. "I'll count. Ten counts, and if you won't voluntarily show yourself, there's no way I'll leave you with any leeway after this."

“Resolve it?” Reginald picked up the knife and fork before him and glanced at her, his voice low. “Don’t be fooled by how these tycoons usually seem like loose sand, each fighting their own battles. When it comes to the slums, they’re a united front. The slums are every one of their weak spots. Since they all hold each other’s secrets, they can coexist in filth. And when those secrets are brought into the light, they can just as easily join forces in filth.”

the voice said before hanging up, not allowing me to respond. “Ahhh!” I screamed, throwing my head back as all my packages fell to the ground, scattering everywhere. I didn’t care that my things were all over the place. I didn’t care that people in the hallway were staring at me like I had lost my mind. I was overjoyed. Finally, I had bagged a job not just any job, but one with the biggest empire in the country: The Stone Dynasty.

“This one is for your ignorance. You don’t even deserve your position. You got your job, your CEO title, and even my billion-dollar contract because of Audrey. She built you while you were sleeping. She supported you, carried you, and stood by you. And you call her a parasite? A seductress? Mind you, she is the love of my life… and the real tycoon’s daughter.” Alan staggered back in shock. “What…?” “No! That’s impossible!” Mrs. Helen exclaimed as she, Caroline, and Jack rushed onto the stage. Alan’s mind suddenly flashed back—memories of the tycoon carrying me on the day of the incident, the moment he divorced me after my miscarriage, and how, whenever he complained or made requests in the c

I had fooled myself into thinking I was healed, that I'd grown strong enough to mention my child's death without falling apart. I was wrong. The loss of my baby remained an eternal wound in my heart, a pain so fundamental it had become part of my very being. I closed my eyes, the memories of four years ago flooding back with merciless clarity. Samuel West—the mysterious businessman whose face no one had seen—had specifically requested a marriage contract with the Bailey family's biological daughter. But Sienna, convinced that a man who wouldn't show his face must be old and hideous, had adamantly refused.

His voice rose with a sudden burst of anger, his fist slamming onto the polished desk, making Tracy flinch. The past week had felt like an eternity for her under this relentless pressure. “Tracy?” Damian’s voice was dangerously calm now. “Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice betraying a tremor of fear. “Do I have to remind you what’s at stake? Do I have to reiterate the importance of this?” Even as she shook her head, he continued, his tone laced with impatient disdain. “My grandfather is breathing down my neck because apparently my colorful relationship history is somehow hindering my ability to run a multinational corporation. Apparently, it’s giving me a ‘bad image’ that could jeopardize pot

I swallowed emptily again and tried not to breathe his cologne in, but it was impossible since he was standing so close to me, that I could feel his body heat. “Hello, Angel.” He cooed down at Ella, a beautiful grin on his face that knocked the breath out of my lungs. Since we crossed paths again, this is the first time I’d be seeing him smile, which made him look completely different than the imposing and ruthless tycoon that he currently is. The smile reminded me of the one he usually gave me while teasing me relentlessly, when we were still young. Ella offered him a smile and the sight warmed my heart. So, she could indeed hear. She just refused to speak, till I showed up.

The headline screamed: “The Moretti Heir Returns: Adrian Moretti Reclaims His Seat in the Romano-Moretti Empire.” I blinked, stunned. “Heir to what now?” Clara read aloud, her voice dripping with disbelief. “Adrian Moretti, son of Enzo Moretti, head of one of Italy’s most powerful business and…” she squinted, “…‘allegedly criminal’ dynasties.” I sank back into the couch. “Oh my God.” “Oh your God is right,” she said. “You didn’t just go out with a rich guy. You went out with internationally rich, possibly bulletproof, definitely too-hot-to-be-safe kind of rich.”

she replied. "Are you serious?" Amber asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sally and my boyfriend are best friends, " she responded. "OK, that's cool. I didn't know you had a boyfriend. You were always talking about being single and focusing on your goals type of person, " Amber stated. "Yeah, my boyfriend is the owner of Garcia Artistic Empire. He is the founder and CEO of the company, " she explained. "Wow, that's awesome. He must be treating you good." Amber said with a huge smile.