Underground Empire Novels & Stories

Prince Alex Windsor was born to rule. Duty, tradition, and a royal engagement bind his future, until Nick Peters storms back into his life. The rebellious son of a billionaire with presidential ambitions, Nick was Alex’s first love, his greatest secret, and the one person he was never meant to see again. But fate has other plans. A drink kiss reignites their buried desires, thrusting them into a whirlwind of passion, scandal, and betrayal. As powerful enemies conspire to tear them apart, from blackmailers to assassins, Alex must make an impossible choice: his crown or his heart. With the world watching and the monarchy at stake, can Alex and Nick defy the odds and claim their own destiny? Or will duty, deception, and a past that refuses to die keep them apart forever?

Raeleigh Campbell has it all. She fought to be where she is, she has been through hell and back chasing her dream, now she's on top yet she feels like an empty shell of her former self. Hiding how she really feels to protect her family and fans. She tries to overcome the new challenges while pretending to be happy and while trying to keep her relationship with Carson.

BOOK ONE ***** The first rule in the Empire. YOU COULD LIE. If it meant protecting the Empire, then do it. But no one wanted you to lie to them. Not even the ones who set the rule. * I was going to snatch the empire from their hands and I'd be far too gone before they realized it was now my weapon. But he came, dressed in silk, a serpent I need to kill. **** GENESIS OF THE EMPIRE OF SIN SERIES

“You think you know me?” His breath rushed whiskey-hot against her face. “No, I—” Her breath choked back as she felt his palm sliding between her thighs. She meant to press them together, to slow all this down. His fingertips were almost… But she felt her muscles loosening instead, telling a truth she couldn’t muster. - Power. Control. Dominance. Kade's world is all about being on the top and ahead of everyone. Love doesn't exist in his vocabulary, but obsession does. When a brilliant risk analyst crosses his path, offering him a unique insight about everyone around him, his power over his empire increases, and so does his crave for owning her. Raven is an asset, his asset, his. With her, he was on top of the world. Empire of Dominance is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I licked her earlobe and whispered, "You're a good girl, Amelia. Let me corrupt you." She began moaning and said, "Please, please," over and over under her breath. I wanted her so badly, but I wanted to enjoy this moment even more. "I'm going to make you come, baby. I'm going to make you come so hard that you lose control of your body. When I'm done with you, you'll be a villain, too," I whispered in her ear. Adrian Chase was the King of DC and the most feared lawyer in the country. Laws bent for him, as simple as that. Amelia Hartley's quest for justice made her the target of one of the largest and most corrupt pharmaceutical companies. Their paths collide, and a dangerous attraction draws them into a web of desire and deception. They both seek justice, but Adrian is willing to break hell for it. Will Amelia burn it with him, or will she become one more pawn in Adrian's quest for revenge? Empire of Deception is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

In a world crumbling under its own weight, Morgan leads her wolf pack like a mafia—strategic, ruthless, and brilliantly sharp. Rogues, humans, and chaos threaten her order, but she thrives on control, dark humour, and calculated risk. With a loyal pack at her side and a mate who matches her wit and danger step for step, she navigates power, betrayal, and survival with teeth bared and sarcasm sharper than any blade. Loyalty is currency, intelligence is power, and the rules are hers alone.

One witnessed murder. One ruthless mafia king. One ballerina who became his beautiful obsession. They say you can’t fall for your captor. They’ve never met Enzo Santini. He locks me up and tells me I mean nothing. Then touches me like I’m everything. His brother wants to save me. But I’m starting to wonder if I want to be saved.

The beach was crowded as it was summer and many families tend to camp and have fun during this period. A young tanned skinned girl of about eight years, sat on the sand a little bit far from her family. She had a darkblue hoodie on and a headphone over her head. Her beautiful grey eyes seem to shimmer as she stared with keen interest at the water, while humming a song softly and enjoying the quiet. However, her little peace and privacy was shortlived as a lad of about ten years old, endowed with curly jet-black hair, ran along. He stopped however, on seeing her. She turned to see the one invading her quiet only to see the boy staring at her. She looked at him without saying a word, holding his gaze. Time seemed to fly by as they both continued their staring match which was eventually interrupted, when another lad of same age as the boy came by. "Jordan! There you are. Come, Mom calls for you." The blonde haired lad said, looking at the girl briefly before dragging the other along who continued to stare at the girl from his shoulders until she was out of eyesight. "Hey Elle!" A little girl of same age as the grey eyed, called as she ran towards her. "Come see the sand castle that Rosalie and I built." "Jordan," the grey-eyed girl whispered.

Three years after getting out of prison, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?