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You Are The Star Tonight

sreej
This is the story of Tara who have everything in her life except what called happiness, a seemingly perfect family and a ideal position in the society everything was given to her from birth itself. But is it really that easy to sit in the top and enjoy everything without loosing anything.... certainly not. Tara lost some precious things in her life some made her more stronger and some broke her from inside. In top of it was the betrayal of her boyfriend with her own bestfriend, life really played well with her but she was not the one bullied easily. She grew up from ashes to become the boss and to take revenge....but all this was not possible without her Prince Charming. Come join the journey of Tara and her Prince and live every emotions yourself. Extract from the novel:- "What about your own happiness, what about your own self and what about us Tara" Kian said in a loud voice. " What about my own happiness...I don't know... actually I never tried to find out...no one cared actually what about my happiness...does it really matters Kian" Tara said while sobbing. "It does...It does to me...your happiness is my life Tara...you are the only one who can make this ruthless CEO worried and the only one who can make me smile without actually doing anything...you are the whole world to me" Kian said and hugged her tightly. Tara heart was beating like crazy never ever anyone have asked her about her own happiness but the person before her was only concerned about her and her only , she smiled softly and hugged him tightly too. IF YOU LIKED THE CONCEPT PLEASE READ IT AND VOTE FOR IT. AND ABOUT THE FREQUENCY I WILL RELEASE ONE CHAPTER DAILY AND SOMETIMES TWO TO THREE. THIS IS MY FIRST WORK SO PLEASE FORGIVE THE MISTAKES AND ENJOY THE ROLLERCOSTER RIDE OF EMOTIONS. Cover pic not owned by me.
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I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
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