Summit Books Novels & Stories

Leo asked, his voice cutting through the doubt. ​Ren tapped a series of commands into his cracked tablet, his face pale in the screen’s glow. "The Summit Building is a 'World of Glass.' Every floor is transparent, monitored by AI-driven retinal scanners. There are no walls to hide behind, no shadows to slip through. It’s designed to be a temple of 'transparency,' but it’s actually a high-frequency kill-box. If we enter as shifters, the glass will vibrate at a frequency that will shatter our bones."

The annual business meeting tagged “Summit of Titans” was the most anticipated event of the year by businessmen and women alike, drawing the who’s who of influential figures from the corporate world. Held at the luxurious Grand Plaza Hotel, a bastion of elegance and sophistication, the gathering promised to be a spectacle of high-powered networking, deal-making, and inspiration.

Catherine felt a tightening feeling in her chest. It was not unusual that Summit was participating too. After all, big projects like this not only brought lots of profit but also honor. She had no idea which designer would represent them for this project. However, she was not concerned anyway. No one knew the designers working at Summit better than she did. Those people had plenty of experience but lacked creativity.

A summit? How had he not heard about it? He leaned back, listening carefully. “If you miss this, you’re finished,” the man continued. “This is where everything is happening.” Dominic pulled out his phone immediately. He dialed his assistants number and that one picked up after two rings. “Sir?” “There’s a business summit in City A,” Dominic said. “I want full details. Now.” There was a small pause. “Sir… you already received an invitation.” Dominic frowned. “What?”

It is also where an annual summit is held to keep the treaty strong and prevent another war from breaking out. The book captivates my attention, forgetting the wolves around me and the journey ahead.

And every single one of them sounded thrilled. Apparently the host behind this summit had terrifyingly deep pockets and was planning to fund nonprofit projects on a massive scale. A lot of organizations were already gearing up for it like athletes at the starting line. Only then did the caution in my chest slowly fade. In fact… I was starting to feel a little excited. “I’m going to this summit in a few days,” I said, taking the invitation back from Sebastian and reading it again. Then my eyes landed on the location line. Hawthorne Group.

I answered. Damon pressed a kiss on my knuckles. "Then we must go and start a war, " he said. We grabbed the limousine. The journey towards the Alpha Summit was very uncomfortable. Damon kept his hand on my knee all the time. His thumb was making circles on the flesh of my hand. It seemed as though he was claiming me. Marking me with his scent even before our arrival. The Summit was at the Obsidian Royal Hotel which is a huge skyscraper right in the middle of the city.

25- “Shall We?”. Camila Castello. I ended up sleeping longer than I’m supposed to, especially because no one thought of waking me up. The whole point of the Summit is a bunch of meetings where they discuss how to solve their current issues at hand and in the process, straighten the relationships between packs and Kingdoms.

And her family was worth everything. Rumors of a Summit The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Massimo's office as Julia sat across from him, Isabella playing quietly with her dolls on the plush carpet nearby. At nearly three years old, her daughter had grown into a beautiful child with dark curls that caught the light and eyes that seemed to hold secrets beyond her years. Massimo was on the phone, his voice low and controlled, but Julia could hear the tension beneath his words. She'd learned to read the subtle shifts in his mood over the years—the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed against his desk, the dangerous glint in his dark eyes. "I understand," Massim

A place where no one could be trusted. The Obsidian Summit was a secret meeting held once every few months. Only eight men attended. Eight billionaires. Eight mafia leaders. Each of them controlled a territory, an empire of crime and wealth. Drugs, weapons, money laundering, assassins—they all had their fields. Zayn controlled the largest and most feared territory. His empire stretched farther than the others combined. It made him powerful, and it made him a target. They smiled at him in public. They praised him. But behind his back, they spat poison.