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Promised to the Tyrant I love you!
Omerta's POV My emotions were running all raw and bare as I ran up, taking two stairs at a time. Sameera's words kept playing in my mind over and over again. He was created so I could be born. I was the trigger for those inhuman experiments that Lucifer and Set had to go through. Another stream of tears trickled down my cheeks as I recalled what they had to go through with Shaira. The ear-shattering screams, the anguished expressions, and those blank looks haunted me. He probably hated me after knowing all this, and he was not wrong. I would hate me too. I did hate myself. I was at the center of all his pain. Not only that, I was at the center of everything that was going wrong. I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight of responsibility on my shoulders. The realization hit me that I had unknowingly become the catalyst for all the chaos that was unfolding around us. Another sob left my mouth, and I lept toward the bed, lying down on my stomach. I clutched the pillow to m
Promised to the Tyrant Normal Couple
Omerta's POV "And now I am going to fuck you so hard that you will not be able to walk for weeks." His words did it for me, sending me over the edge and making me come apart as I tainted the whole room with the scent of my orgasm. The delicious knot in my stomach burst in one go. My muscles contracted and relaxed at the same time as my body savored the experience of a ballet of tension and release surging through it. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to contain the buzzing that was radiating through my body. I was exhausted and energized. It was like I was in heaven and hell at the same time. And I knew he had only just begun with me. Locking his eyes with mine, Lucifer ran his thumb over the smooth skin around my bikini line once again, sending sweet tingles to my sensitive core and my heart into overdrive. I could not decide if it was his look that had my panty wet or his touch. Every nerve in my body was on fire, yearning for more. And I literally lost my head when Lu
Promised to the Tyrant New York (1)
Omerta's POVI had that same vision again and again for the last thirty-six hours, so much so that that was all I could see, hear, or think about. It marred every breath of mine.I knew something bad was going to happen. The voices in my head were restless, though they were not very helpful either.All they told me was that what I had seen would become reality soon enough—not now, but soon enough. However, they were not able to flush out any details other than that. Which meant we had to travel to New York. That was not a problem since we were already due to visit New York to meet with my father, especially after we met with Sameera.My premonition had just preponed our plans. So, the very next morning, we took the very first flight out to New York. I was nervous as hell about this trip. First, the constant buzzing in my head because of the vision had me on edge. I was worried about my mother and eager to meet her. But the thing that had eaten me out was coming face-to-face with
Promised to the Tyrant New York (2)
Omerta's POV"I am no father of yours." My father shouted."Don't you call me that?"I would be lying if I said that I did not wince at the words which he had repeated a million times growing up. But this time, they drilled deeper, making me realize how true they were.He was not my father; surely he never acted like one.And in that very instant, the man standing in front of me went from being my father to just Lucio Romano.Lucio sounded right; it definitely sounded more apt than Father.I was still deciding on the nomenclature when the phrase 'puta' made its way to my ears."Must have become their puta," Maria muttered under her breath, disgust written all over her face.A loud growl erupted from behind me, silencing the entire room, but before Draco could make another move, I warned him off, not wanting him to get involved. I did not want anyone to fight this battle for me; that was the whole reason why I had not brought Lucifer with me. "Again, I am not sure why you are surpris
Promised to the Tyrant Oath of Omerta
Present … Two girls walk out of the back door of the club clad in a two-piece, well if you can call a couple of strings on their bodies being dressed. They are about the same age as me. Soon, a man follows them out. He looks familiar. Wait, I know him. I think he is from our neighbourhood. Oh yes, his daughter is in my class. Will he help me, after all, I am as old as his daughter? I am still wondering about that, when he leans closer to one of the girls, and then gives her bare ass a tight squeeze. I gulped, looking at the awkward scene in front of me and abandoned any thoughts of asking him for help. If there were any doubts in my mind about what type of club this was, they have cleared. I am not even sure why I am here. I should not be here, at this hour or any hour. Earlier that day… “Omertà! Omertà!” Who was that? That sure sounds like my father. But that can’t be, can it? I might as well have imagined it. It’s already 8pm, and I have been up and running since 4am, bu
Promised to the Tyrant Blessed Ones
Present Just then, I heard a loud gut-wrenching growl, and I knew they heard it too. How can there be an animal in New York? I looked around to see where it looked from. That is when I hear one of those girls scream. And against all my better judgement, I stepped out of the car and ran towards the screaming girl. The almost naked girl is now covered in blood. I’ve never seen so much blood, ever in my life. Things couldn’t get any worse than this, & just then I heard a powerful voice snarl. “What is this child doing here?” Earlier that day I’m not sure why I’m here. All my belongings are packed away in the car, and here I am dressed in this chic dress, attending this lavish party at Don Luciano’s house. After my father’s announcement this evening, Maria told me I was to attend a party with them and post that they would drop nana back. There was no explanation for why I had to pack my stuff. Most likely I am going to be staying with nana. This topic has come up many times,
Promised to the Tyrant Meeting Him
“What is this child doing here?” I hear a husky and powerful voice snarl at someone. The voice alone is so commanding that I am forced to look up, to answer the demand that the voice has put forward. As I looked up, I came face to face with a pair of beautiful but cold grey eyes, bottomless grey orbs that could pierce through anything. I have no idea who he is, all I know is that I am terrified. The source of my dread right in front of me, with his perfectly pointed nose, thin lips, chiseled jaw, could have been an angel. But his eyes rage a war of their own, and despite those angelic features, he looks like the devil himself. The week-old stubble and boisterous jet-black hair sealed the despot look. His imposing and frightening aura is like never-ending darkness, a black hole that will swallow you through. He just screams danger!! Instilling a strong sense of fear in everyone around, including me. Unable to hold his piercing gaze any longer, I quickly looked down, releasing mysel
Promised to the Tyrant Dreams & More
A hand reaches for my face. I can feel the roughness, the calloused fingertips, but its touch is feather-light. Caressing my cheek, making me feel warm and protected. As I start to relish the sheltered feeling, a finger starts to trail down my cheek to my jaw and continue its journey down my neck. I feel something again… it’s an alien feeling like my skin has come alive and is dancing to the touch, leaving goosebumps in the finger’s path. I have never felt like this before. The sensation forces me to open my eyes and confront the source, and that is when I come face to face with those daunting grey orbs, blazing with anger and irritation. “Run Stray Run!!” as I hear those threatening words, my body bolts into action, and I start running. I am in a jungle and I run as fast as I can,, towards what I don’t know, but one thing is sure, and that is, I am running away from those grey eyes. I can hear noises in the background, loud growling, swords slashing, people shrieking. I am t
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