Syndicate Dream Novels & Stories

“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.

To be honest, "I've had really vivid dreams, and I sure wish the guy was real." The look in Laura's eyes changed dramatically. "Oh my God, you've dream mated with.. with. She cast her gaze downward and smiled so softly it was barely noticeable. “What?” Now Laura was looking at Akila. Perfect match. That's the name romance author Julia Wildthorn gives it. When two people who are meant to be together can't find each other in the physical world, the more capable of the two can still reach out to the other in their dreams and provide the connection they need. If one agrees, they've found their soul mate and are now dream-mated.

Lucius said in a weak voice. "You're wrong, Lucius. You can't fight us. We are The Syndicate, the most powerful organisation in the world. We have resources, technology, and people you can't imagine. You are just a failed scientist, who has no friends, family, or purpose in life," Mr X replied sarcastically. "You're wrong again, Mr X. I'm not alone. I have friends who will always help me. They are the best secret agents in the world. They are my family. And my goal in life is to stop your crazy plan," Lucius said excitedly.

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.

One document was sticking out, and I clearly saw the name of what looked like a company. Lancaster Syndicate. I frowned. Syndicate? What kind of business does Sir Alex really run?

Finally the Syndicate decided to cast monitors and surveillance cameras in Katondo Street. The five member group was called the Syndicate in all the places people dared to refer to it. The Syndicate was a highly clandestine small gathering of people whose physical locations were unknown to each other for security reasons. The members had no history together and their ages varied considerably. This was necessitated in order to tap knowledge and experience from different generational periods. The oldest was the General and the youngest was the young errand boy Kelly.