Novel & Cerita Xyrin Empire

"What are you talking about? I'm the board representative for this preschool, and Mr. Griffin is my fiancé. Messing with him means crossing me, and crossing the entire Stone Corporation!" I nearly burst out laughing when I heard her mention Stone Corporation. So, this was how she threw her weight around outside. I was genuinely curious what her reaction would be when she found out that the Stone Corporation she was so proud of belonged to the husband she looked down on. When Kyrie saw Nadine, he called out pitifully, "Mom… Mr. Griffin cut my clothes and hit me…" "Mom? I'm not your mother! Where did this bastard come from, claiming to be my kid?"

Keira tried to free her arm from Xander's grasps, but it was mostly impossible as his grip on her was strong. However, the grip whatever he'd taken had on him, was way stronger. "Xander, you can't do this to me. You're my friend, remember?" She tried talking sense into him, wriggling her arm and sobbing, but he was clouded by a thick fog of lust and alcohol, her pleas couldn't penetrate into. "Xander..."

"You're a Syren, Myra," Remmi said enthusiastically. "That's not how the story goes. There was no record of anything called a Syren being involved in the war." Raver stated matter of factly. "That's because, in Kindergarten, they teach you that version to save you from being afraid of potential danger. There are big girl books in the restricted area of my town library which describes the actual war, in detail," she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him.

“What empire?” Antonio stared at him. “You’ve heard of Xander Empire right?” Adrian froze, his head immediately shot up. “Xander?” Antonio gave him a small nod. “Yes. I named it after my childhood name. Alexander.” Adrian's breath caught in his throat. The Xander Empire? The most powerful global company. People said it was owned by a young, secretive billionaire—some even called him a mafia king. But no one had ever confirmed his identity.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

I was irritated since I had planned not to use any skills, but I was forced to use dash once because two of the opponents were targeting Agnus while the other two went after me. "Ha...your victory is meaningless." Damien coughed up even more blood as he laughed. I questioned whether they had a gallon of blood inside them because they threw up blood so frequently. "That organization will first take over the city, then the empire! They'll take all you own. The empire will perish." He paused mid-sentence. But I could sense a deep loathing for the empire in his statements. What did the empire exactly do to them? I merely checked their status. "Damien Dib and Alexis Yasin...your names don't sound

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

"By the time we’re done, this place will be a beacon of hope—for both the refugees and the people of Aeternum.” Jelina smirked. “Then let’s make history.” General Xing, a seasoned tactician and master of covert warfare, stood inside a dimly lit makeshift command center, deep within the shadowed forests of the Empire’s Northern State. The holographic map before him displayed a sprawling network of destabilized zones, each marked with subtle flashes of red, indicating Aeternum’s silent victories over the past twelve days.

Five years ago, Rodyn vanished from the map of the Empire of Morrian, and rumours spread that he had gone rogue. “Rodyn we talked about–” “Stop talking, Trey,” Emory shouted, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she clenched them into fists beside her. “Emory,” Trey said softly. “At least attempt to salvage what’s left of my dignity!” “This isn’t about you. It’s about keeping the last two packs in this fight true to their cause! Emory, you owe your family this.” Oh, how that senseless statement of his just blew her lid right off.

The list didn't end. Ren Ventura. I remembered the name from the briefing: if anything happened to Zavier, Ren was next in line to lead the Ventura family. His eyes were blue too, but lighter than Zavier's. Where Zavier's eyes were a storm-dark sea, Ren's were ocean ice. And right now, they are on me. Studying me, the same way Zavier did. Zavier noticed. His gaze shifted, hardening the second it landed on Ren.