Syndicate Dream Novels & Stories

It's your company, not mine. "Don't say it like that, Joo-eun. Believe it or not, you're always welcome to join me in Dream Shade, nobody is stopping you from that. Joo-eun slammed her drink bottle on the table, her face turning angry. "Choi Dea, I'll never go there as long as you're the CEO! "Oh," Dea smiled at her rage

Jude stared at his lion boss not knowing what to tell him cos at that point either they both lost their job or one of them will. "Me King, we have been seated like this without any word for some time now. Isn't the presentation ready? What is wrong? make us know what the problem is " Mr. Luke, the oldest among the board members complained to earn backup from the others as they turned the room into a cinema hall.

Opposite them sat three men—strangers, yet not. The one in the middle, with slicked-back hair and sharp cheekbones, leaned forward. His voice was smooth as silk but carried an undercurrent of menace. “Don Dante. Signora Amara. We come not as enemies but as partners. The Syndicate has no desire to repeat Lorenzo’s mistakes. We seek stability… and profit.” The word hung in the air like incense—sweet, poisonous, and impossible to ignore. Dante’s eyes narrowed. “Profit?” His voice was low, quiet, the kind of quiet that promised blood if he didn’t like the answer.

"We've been monitoring your career, Austin. You have unique experience, and we see potential. We are prepared to offer you a share of our financial syndicate. All you need to do is help us with a little betrayal." I blinked. "Betray Kylie's trust? He nodded seriously. "Yes. In straightforward language, we would like you to provide us with information about her strategies. Your knowledge could aid us in movement that is of our advantage." I was preparing to slide my chair away, with frustration building. "You want me to betray my ex-wife? After everything that?" Victor raised his hands. "I see your devotion, Mr. Price, but take it as an economic opportunity. You have a great deal to gain. The

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

It smelled like him, like smoke and cedar, and power barely restrained. When I walked into the living room, the first thing I noticed was the coffee table. Files spread open. Maps of the city. Security feeds flickering across a tablet. And then, a single sheet of paper with a symbol scrawled across it—an ouroboros. The Syndicate. The same emblem that haunted his nightmares and, by extension, had begun to haunt mine. I stared at it, trying to steady my breathing. The name alone carried weight—a whisper of organized chaos that operated beneath even Alexander’s reach. If they were back, it meant one thing: someone wanted revenge.

he asks. "I’m sure Kir will bring it up tomorrow," I tell him. "Obviously we’re going to have to adjust to not having Saint’s skills in the field." Butcher hums a low note in his chest. Nods once. Goes back to staring at the dark treeline. The names aren't vanishing. We wiped Scott off the board, but the board is still crowded. Senior Vanguard operators are still breathing. The men who are funding The Syndicate are still powerful and rich.

"The Moon is debris. The Collective is crashed. You have no power here." Mr. Henderson chuckled, a dry, rhythmic sound. "Oh, Miss Vance. You have a very 'User-Centric' view of the universe. The Syndicate was merely a tenant. The Collective was an uninvited squatter. But the **Insurance Division**? We are the ones who own the mortgage on reality." He tapped his tablet, and a series of numbers began to scroll across the screen in a cold, flickering green.

"You only move when you think someone you love is in pain. It’s your biggest weakness. The Board needed to see if you would jump into a shark tank for a sister who tried to kill you. You did. That proves you are ready." "Ready for what?" "To lead the New World," Catherine said. She stood up and walked toward me. She reached out and touched Elle’s cheek. I wanted to bite her hand off, but I stayed still. "The Syndicate was about money. The Board is about control. We run the banks, the hospitals, the governments. But the people are starting to wake up. They need a face they can trust. A mother. A survivor." "I will never work for you," I spat.