Novel & Cerita The Empire Of Dreams

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

He only speaks up when he’s about to give directions to Conrad. A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination. They went out of the car, and Conrad starts to think that the place they arrived in was familiar to him. He starts to look around and sees the Empire State Building from afar. He suddenly realizes that this was the place where he became happier than ever. “Remember this place?” Scott asked.

He only feels the knife striking on his back from David’s cold-gaze. “I’m going outside, sir.” Yami said to Dawn, Dawn eyes winded. Don’t-leave-me-alone—wait! Damn it, Yami. You are dead! “Then let me excuse myself, Mr. President.” Yami added, he turned his back on them and walk outside the office. Even though he wanted to help Dawn. He can’t do anything. Empire is the powerful-business-family in G City. They are capable of doing anything, even it’s illegal, they can cope with that using their money, they can turn your life into ashes if they want to. They are so fucking rich and no one can beat them.

Spencer was not able to distinguish if it was a mock or not. Emmette gazed at the overview of the Empire. Thrascias was so huge Emmette could not seem to see the end. It was a peaceful, magnificent empire that is the total opposite of Aparactias. If Thrascias is an Empire of Defense and land of peacemakers, Aparctias is an Empire of Offense where most of the forces were war-freak who only obeys the Ruler. Emmette released a stressful laugh. What iconic places to be ruled by one woman.

“I know. But you know we can’t just leave all the people of the Empire in the hands of greedy people. They have suffered so much already, Eodelle. I want to fight for my love for you… as well as to give this Empire a brighter future. I dream of the days when there will be no war, no orphans, and no hungry belly. I want to save this land from total destruction and misery, love. But I can’t do it on my own. I hate that I owe Helena how we conquered this place. But I conquered this place, not because of power—or wealth! I want to make changes. To make sure no children had to experience the life I had after the war. To see every household eat three times a day without worrying if they will have

He reached out and opened the document first. And froze. His eyes widened. He flipped through it again, slower this time, careful. Harbor International. Exclusive contract, no time limit, no restrictive clauses, his heartbeat quickened. “…Impossible.” He stood up abruptly and headed toward the bedroom. “Aurelia!” She had only just fallen asleep. It was nearly 3 AM. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Aurelia, wake up!” Pain shot through her arm as she was pulled awake, and her ankle shifted awkwardly. She frowned, barely conscious. “…What?”

About an hour, give or take. The car finally stops. Voices drift through the air in American accents. Music pulses low, like a heartbeat beneath the floor. We’re in LA. So that’s the game. He’s toying with me. The blindfold comes off. A speakeasy. I turn to the left, catching my reflection in the window. My blond hair falls in soft waves over one shoulder, styled to perfection. My face looks flawless beneath the makeup, and my red lips seem even more alluring.

As I trudge deeper into the clearing, I turn my head to take in every detail, struggling to understand why this place exists. A snigger from one of the men catches my attention, and I turn to face him. He smiles as if taking some twisted pleasure in my reaction. “Like what you see, darling? Even greater than the so-called empire?” Empire? Is this what he calls an empire? A place where lives are traded and discarded? I want to scream, to tell them how disgusting they are. “She looks like a rabbit,” another man chimes in. “All wide-eyed and ready for slaughter.”

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

I turned and walked toward the Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. Just as I reached the stairs of the jet, I heard the frantic roar of an engine. A beat-up car came screeching onto the airfield. Security tried to stop it, but it was too fast. The door flew open and a woman with wild, tangled hair jumped out. It was Eliza. Five years in the slums had shattered her. Her face was a wreck, her eyes burning with a mad, desperate hate. She was holding a gun. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF IT! YOU RUINED ME!" she shrieked.