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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)

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Death surrounds me.
Every step I take, there’s someone waiting for me in the shadows.
There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and now, I’m out here on my own, my hands stained with the blood of those I’ve killed to survive.

Zade DeVil was my executioner, my most feared enemy, but he was also my protector. I wasn’t willing to cross that line with him, despite how much I may have wanted to. He was my savior, but now he’s gone, just like the others.

Dalton Eros. Sawyer Thorne. Easton Cross.

They were the three loves of my life, the three men who would walk through the darkest pits of hell to save me. They were everything a girl could dream of until an explosion stole them away, and now I’m left with this hole in my chest where my heart used to be and a war that is not my own to win.

Empire will never stop coming for me, never stop hunting me, and I’ve had enough. I say let them come, but when they do, they better be ready for this blood heir to burn their great Empire to the ground, and in its place, I will rise as their new queen—the fate of their beating hearts now in my hands.

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Chapter 1

CROSS

The echo of the explosion rings in my ears as I brace my hands against the metal beam pinning me to the ground and crushing my fucking chest. Clenching my jaw, I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth and take in the rubble of the ballroom scattered around me.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing it up just enough to take a deeper breath, only my lungs fill with the thick smoke flooding the room. If it weren’t for the plume of smoke billowing from the small window Oakley disappeared through, we’d all be fucking dead by now.

Sawyer kicks the splintered remains of the wooden door off him and rubs at the blood cascading down the side of his face from a deep gash in his head. He’s woozy, and if he doesn’t control the bleeding soon, he’ll pass out. Then it’s only a question if he’ll die from the blood loss or smoke inhalation.

Rubble falls from the ceiling above, raining down around us as I hear Zade’s pained grunts from beneath the window. The metal beam blocks my view of him, and I have no choice but to believe he’s alright. Dalton though, I’ve got no fucking idea.

Sawyer starts coughing around the thick smoke, and I flick my gaze back to him, watching as his head falls against the charred wall with heavy eyes.

“Yo, Sawyer,” I spit through my clenched jaw, demanding his attention while Zade attempts to pull himself together, cursing and grunting as he takes note of his injuries. “Get up, man. You need to control that bleeding or you’re no good to any of us.”

His eyes open a little wider, trying to focus on the sound of my voice and peer through the smoke before finally taking me in. “Ahh, fuck,” he mutters, trying to find purchase against the wall to pull himself to his feet.

Sawyer stumbles across the small room, putting pressure on the gash in his head as he flicks his gaze toward Zade, checking the fucker is alive. Continuing toward me, he tears off what’s left of his suit jacket, balls it up, and presses it against his head, hissing in pain.

“You good?” he grunts, moving in beside me. His gaze shifts over the metal beam, trying to assess the situation, as Zade grips the windowsill above his head and uses it to haul himself to his feet. His sharp stare quickly scans the room as the terrified screams of our people come from deeper within the ballroom.

I shake my head, the smoke really starting to fuck with me. “Nah, man,” I say, blowing out my cheeks as I strain under the weight of the beam, not able to hold it off my chest for much longer.

Zade steps in beside Sawyer and they grasp the metal beam. “On three,” Zade says as Sawyer nods. They each let out a breath, knowing this is going to fucking suck for all of us. Then not wasting a fucking second, Zade starts his countdown. “One, two, three.”

They heave against the metal beam as I push up against it, desperately trying to lift it enough to get my ass out from under this bitch. My muscles strain under the weight, the veins protruding from my arms.

“Ahh, fuck,” Sawyer grunts, spitting the words through a clenched jaw as the beam finally begins to lift. We keep pushing until the beam is finally off my chest enough for me to take a full, smoke-filled breath.

The tainted oxygen pulses through my veins, and I pull myself out from under the beam, my feet barely clearing it before it tumbles out of Zade and Sawyer’s hands.

“Fucking hell,” Sawyer mutters, collapsing against the wall as Zade moves in beside him, grabbing the discarded suit jacket and pressing it to Sawyer’s head, using the arms to wrap it around him like a bandage.

Zade looks at me, his gaze sailing over my body as I try to get to my feet, my head woozy from hitting the ground. “Dalton?” he asks over the deafening sound of the fire out in the ballroom.

I shake my head and search the room, peering through the thick smoke. “He’s gotta be here somewhere.” I start moving around, holding my jacket to my face and trying to filter out the smoke, knowing damn well that this is only the beginning.

Trying to think back to the moments before the explosion, I remember racing through the back of the kitchen, storming after Zade, unsure if I was trying to stop him from going after Oakley or if I was trying to get her myself.

Sawyer was just in front of me and Dalton was behind. I was so focused on the small window Oakley was pulling herself through, so focused on the agony of her betrayal that I don’t even recall if Dalton made it into the room before the blast.

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Legacy (Empire #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/legacy-empire-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Thu, 30 Mar 2023 14:04:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/legacy-empire-2-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Empire Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)

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Death was to become me.
Death was my fate.
But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

Zade, Cross, Dalton, and Sawyer stormed into my life with their cocky grins and bad attitudes. And for a while, I believed they were going to protect me. But nothing could prepare me for what’s to come.
I need to run, need to get away from Empire, but there’s nowhere I can go where they won’t find me.
Everywhere I look, every step I take, there’s someone ready to use me for their own sick agendas.

I’m not safe in this world I was destined to rule.
The secrets. The lies. The backstabbing betrayals.
I’m not cut out for this.

They have me right where they want me, my back against the wall.
But I haven’t made it this far to give up so easily.
Especially now I’ve got my finger on the trigger.

I’ve found my ace and am not afraid to play it.
And what’s best . . . they’ll never see me coming.

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Chapter 1

OAKLEY

Zade DeVil is a raging cunt.

If he ever felt the overwhelming need to eat my ass, I wouldn’t hesitate to let out a little fart right into that motherfucker’s face. And I hope the asshole gets pink eye. Actually, he deserves a shitload more than a bad case of pink eye. He deserves a life of misery for what his bullshit Empire has put me through. He deserves to share in my fate—his heart torn right out of his fucking chest.

I’m. His. Sacrifice. A pawn used in Empire’s sick fucking games.

If I had known this was the shit waiting for me in Faders Bay, I never would have returned. But something tells me that no matter where I was in the world, he would have found me. Zade won’t rest until it’s my heart served up on a fucking platter.

Since the moment I got here, Zade and his crew of loyal assholes have done everything in their power to haunt me. They stalked me through the streets, watched me as I worked, and didn’t allow me out of their sight for one fucking second. I’d understand it if they were the overbearing jealous boyfriend types, always needing to keep tabs on their girl, but that’s not it at all.

I’m their target. Their fucking game. Zade’s one-way ticket to claiming the power of Empire—a society which should rightfully be mine.

They made me into a fool. I was their puppet with strings welded to my body like cast iron cuffs. They led me right into their trap, and I followed them blindly.

Never again.

I clench my jaw as I grip the small piece of paper, rolling the weathered note between my fingers. It’s a stark reminder of Empire’s brutal betrayal.

I’ve memorized every fucking word.

One cannot flourish in the power of Empire without first giving his soul.

A sacrifice to be made, an innocent life to be lost.

In sixty suns and sixty moons, he shall sacrifice an innocent in the hour before dawn.

Her still-beating heart carved from her body, he shall offer it to the sacred fortress.

For this is his offering to his Empire. This is his sacred ritual to bind him in blood.

Like I said, Zade DeVil is a raging cunt.

What kind of fucked-up bullshit is this anyway? Who just decides they’re gonna find a girl and tear her heart out of her chest so they can offer it up to their people for power? I mean, fuck. I’ve heard of some messed-up culty shit over the years, but it’s always in movies or on true crime documentaries, not in real life. And it especially does not happen to me. I’m supposed to graduate college and make a life for myself.

Instead, I’m sitting here in Empire’s darkened prison cell, across from a man who I thought was dead.

My father.

Matthias Quinn.

The man was killed when I was eight years old in the line of duty. He was a fireman, and up until an hour ago, I thought this was all true.

Empire took him away from me. I was told my father was dead, and I was sent to live with my aunt in Missouri as the ghost of my father haunted me. I grieved for him. Cried for the father I’d lost, and I fought my way out of the darkness in the hope of trying to have some kind of semblance of a real life. He was my best friend, and I was the apple of his eye. All of it was taken in an instant.

If I’d known he was down here in the putrid cells of Empire this whole time . . . fuck. Twelve years stolen from him, and all for what? Being the bastard child of the DeVil legacy, the real heir of Empire?

This world is callous and cruel. A place where broken souls come to die.

Fuck, if this is what this place does to its sole living blood heir, then I don’t want anything to do with it. Though, I suppose what I want doesn’t matter. The second Zade gets his hands on me, I’m all but dead. My only hope is that whoever locked me up in this cell has enough of a brain not to utter a single word to Zade. Only one question remains now; would I rather die quickly by Zade’s hand or rot in this cell until my dying day?

Fuck those options.

I’m not ready to lay down and die here, and I’m definitely not going to let Zade get his hands on me without a fight. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to save myself, even if it means killing the bastard who wants me dead.

My ass quickly grows numb on the cold concrete, and I drop my head into my hands, trying to figure out how the hell this became my life. One minute, I thought I was getting railed within an inch of my life by the intriguing stranger I met outside of my apartment complex, and the next thing I know, I’m wrapped up in this bullshit.

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Empire (Empire #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne http://www.wownovels.com/empire-empire-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Fri, 16 Dec 2022 07:35:11 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/empire-empire-1-read-online-sheridan-anne Genre: College, Dark, New Adult, Romance Authors: Sheridan Anne Series: Empire Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)

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An Empire risen from blood and ash.
Murder. Betrayal. Undisputable power.
A sacrifice to be given.
An innocent life to be lost.
He made the solemn vow.
The flesh of my flesh will perish in flames,
but the blood will forever reign.

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All I wanted was a new life, a fresh start in Faders Bay.
But fate hadn’t written my name in the stars, it was written in cold, murderous blood.

Zade. Sawyer. Dalton. Cross.

They wanted something from me—they wanted my heart.
Literally carved right out of my chest.

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0ZADE

Prologue

The burning smell of rotten flesh assaults my senses as my father’s body goes up in flames, the blood of The Circle surrounding his burning corpse. I step up, taking what was once my father’s position at the head of our society, my gaze shifting around the dark tomb. Pillars circle the ancient room, the resting place of the countless Empire heirs who have ruled before me.

The flames flicker, casting long shadows across the polished stone and over the emotionless faces of The Circle members watching me through dead, expressionless eyes, their long black cloaks as equally fucked up as this whole ritual.

I’ve always hated these bastards. They’re The Circle, the assholes who lay claim to my Empire, who believe they govern what will be mine. They’re nothing without me, and now that my father’s body burns at their feet, I’ll step up as their leader—the only rightful heir.

Outside of this room, this society, they’re nothing but ordinary people—judges, police, politicians—but they harbor dark secrets, all of which will now rest on my shoulders, giving me the power to destroy each one of them.

With thick smoke billowing to the roof, I get the ritual underway. Raising the dagger, I place the ancient blade in the palm of my hand before closing my fingers around its intricate, gothic design, the eyes of The Circle locked on me. Tension builds in the tomb. The send-off of a blood heir is one of our most sacred rituals. If I fuck this up, I could be dead beside the bastard. But they won’t dare. Maybe thirty or forty years ago, they would have had what it takes to end me, but I’m too strong, too relentless, too fast. I’m untouchable, and every fucker in the room knows it—even my father knew it. Hell, he sure as fuck knew it when I dragged my blade across his throat. Though these fuckers don’t need to know that.

Squeezing my hand around the blade, I feel its sharp bite digging into my skin, and I stretch my arm out, watching as my blood—the blood of the new leader—stains my father’s burning flesh. “The flesh of my flesh will perish in flames, but the blood will forever reign.”

As one, The Circle repeats my words, their murmured chants chilling me to the bone. “The flesh of my flesh will perish in flames, but the blood will forever reign. The flesh of my flesh will perish in flames, but the blood will forever reign. The flesh of my flesh will perish in flames, but the blood will forever reign.”

My blood continues dripping over my father’s corpse, the flames blistering my skin, but I don’t stop or pull back until their final words have been spoken. Only then do I lift my gaze to The Circle and lower my hand, the sacred blade clattering to the ground as I release my grip on the dagger, blood running down my fingers and dripping by my feet.

“It is done,” I announce. “The reign of my father, Lawson Michael DeVil the Third, has ceased, and I, Zade Alexander DeVil, stand before you, as the heir of the founding Circle, and proclaim my intention to rise in my father’s wake and claim what is rightfully mine as the only true heir of Empire.”

Each member of The Circle bows their head, their hands coming together at their chests. As one, they speak. “Your intentions have been acknowledged.”

I watch them carefully. This culty-ritual bullshit really isn’t my style, or probably any of theirs, but back when Empire was built from the ground up, this shit would have been seen as a privilege, as power. Now, it’s nothing short of fucked up, but it’s these kinds of fucked-up traditions that have kept us going.

The flames roar, quickly sucking the oxygen out of the small tomb, but we still have one more part to go. The initiation.

Anticipation burns in my chest. Only those of The Circle know what the initiation entails. It’s not one of those secrets passed down from father to son, but a challenge presented to the new initiate to test his determination and loyalty to the cause. It is said to bind the ruling heir to Empire and ensure a lifetime of servitude to our people, something my father always described as an honor. To me, it sounds like a load of horseshit, probably something they’ll be able to use against me if I ever decide to walk away. But that won’t be happening. I’ve waited too long for this, watched my father hold a type of power over the world he never deserved or even knew how to use. Such wasted potential.

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