Syndicate Dream Novels & Stories

Numbers I hadn't shared with anyone stared back at me. "How did you..." "We keep track," Caleb said. "You're stalled. Frozen accounts. The board watching. You came here because you're out of options." I said nothing. The silver-haired man leaned forward. "You want liquidity. We want guarantees." "What kind of guarantees?" "Commitment," the man said. "The Syndicate doesn't work with people who hesitate." The Syndicate. That was the first time I'd heard them name themselves. "I'm not hesitating."

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

"You take them home safely I'll handle that volcano" he said pointing towards a girl who is sitting under a table angry. "Why I have always have to deal with two" Darren groan when last time scene flash in front of his eyes. With how much difficulty he take them home only he knows. It's like winning an Oscar. "Cause one Is your sister and other is your lover. I can't do anything Mr." Damian shrug turning around. Darren look at the girls who are sleeping peacefully on couch after sucking the life out of two boys. He slowly move towards them not wanting to wake up the devil's.

“Sharon, you can call me Sara. I was wondering how did you become with the Capital Syndicate?” “It was my late husband who founded the syndicate. I have store-brand clothing that takes care of itself, and you know what? Blake, could you and Sara please fashion model my line next week? It can be considered the favor you owe.” Sharon said, thinking about how Blake looked while changing in one of her stores.

Nimi muttered his palm rubbing his forehead as he watched the both of them walked out. She gently took out his phone and dialed Darell, “She found out,” Somewhere in Canada …. “With all said and done, the syndicate will now be handed over to Mr Franco Thatcher as I step down!” The current leader of the syndicate said and the few people in the small hall erupted in an applause. “You lie!” Aiden growled and his voice filled the room as he gallantly made his way in. “You’re already late Aiden just take your seat quietly,” the anchor said to him.

“We’ll end this—once and for all. The Syndicate’s reign of terror ends tonight.” Mira looked at him, her tired eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. “The plan is set. We strike at their core their headquarters. It’s the only way to end this cycle.” Damian nodded. “Then we fight. For Lila. For everyone we’ve lost.” Their strategy was brutal in its simplicity: infiltrate the Syndicate’s stronghold under cover of darkness, disable their defenses, and strike at the heart of their operation—eliminating the head of the organization and freeing the captives.

Three lines forming a triangle with a single point at the top. Nikolai leaned forward and read it. Then he looked at me. I read it. The message said: The Volkov organization is at its weakest point in a decade. We have monitored the current conflict from a position of neutrality. We believe a mutual interest exists between your organization and ours. We are prepared to offer resources, intelligence, and operational support in exchange for a formal alliance agreement. We are called the Syndicate. We have been watching you for three years. We will contact again in forty eight hours. Your response will determine whether we become your greatest asset or your most dangerous problem.

the Veins. Behind him, I saw the Titan-Class Drill—the one I thought I had destroyed at the gate. The Syndicate had rebuilt it, and it was now positioned directly over the "Heart-Plug" of the mountain. "You're working with the Syndicate again?" I spat, pushing against his blade. "They are tools, Elena. Just as these 'wolfless' rats are yours. They want the Silver; I want the Silence. It is a productive partnership." "Not if I kill the partner," I said.