10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

"Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother." "What else then? Flowers, piece, rainbow and sunshine!? Open your eyes! It's only people like us on the top that survive, that are worthy of the world! Not some lower-class rats!" "So you think Sara isn't worthy of my name, tried to separate us countless of times to make sure Eleanor and I got back together?" "God yes - do I need to spell it out for you?!" "Over my dead body will I ever return to Eleanor and you know that yourself - so get that thought out of your head before I get the police involved."

They fell by choice—by walking straight into the trap they swore they'd never step in. And Norman King, with his arrogance and his need to win, was slowly headed exactly where she wanted him. Right into the pit she was digging for him.

These defiant lot needed to learn a thing or two about trying to overthrow a system. You get one strike, and then it’s the King’s turn. I found a clearing and parked the truck. I opened the back of the truck where they lay pitiful and in chains. “Out! All of you.” I watched them bump into each other trying to get out of the truck quickly. Good. Their spirits were beat, this would be easy. I broke off their chains. They won’t be needing it. “You all think you can embarrass me, and still have me drive you back home. Me!? Look at me.” I ordered.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

“For a smart woman, sometimes, you are too naive about how this world works. Wake up, Tara. He’s the bad guy. Stop saving those who can’t be saved. His life is over because he ruined it. He was brainwashed. No, I doubt if he was brainwashed. I think he’s the mastermind, and he and the two assholes’ schemes are just aligned. If I had known any better, I think those assholes with their military influence are planning to collapse your empire.” “You’re right,” I admitted. At the same time, goosebumps erupted all over my skin. “Should we go over this again? He ruined your life, arranged your life to be with his fuck buddy because he knew you would run away. He got you kidnapped to get rid of you.

Women who climb that fast in the corporate world all have the same secret weapon. [You think she made VP on talent? You think she secured those investments on merit? Keep dreaming.] [That poor boss of hers. Gets cheated on and then she turns around and sues him. If that were me, I'd lose my mind.] … I read through all of them and felt no anger, only a quiet sadness. Smear campaigns had always been beneath me. Manipulating public emotion to force someone's hand was a tactic that often turned on the people who used it.

Oakley harrumphed and lowered his head, refusing to respond. Albrey fell into thought. After a few seconds of thinking, he began to coax, “You can let it out by chiding me, hitting me. Don't take it all in, okay? Don't stifle yourself with anger. If you want anything, I'll give it to you just to make you forgive me, okay?” Upon hearing this, Oakley's eyes lit up, and he seriously said, “Let me go…” “Don't think about it,” Albrey calmly said, breaking Oakley's sweet bubble.

I said slowly, letting every word sink into his head. “Fuck that, Liam! To hell with the people and to hell with you! What people? The same people you’ve treated badly over the years? The same people you’ve ruled with an iron fist and the brutality of a tyrant?” Tyler snapped, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes. “Maybe I might have held you in too high esteem, Tyler. Maybe you do not know and understand what leadership truly entails.” I said calmly.

You're just a puppet for him and once he's done he'll dump you as though you never existed and mind you these aren't my words but Dante's" "You can't claim to love someone by being violent all the time, he's not a thing you can take with force so let's all save time and don't scream at me just pull the trigger then once I'm dead I'll want to see how the man you're obsessed about becomes yours" I prodded with a sly smirk played across my lips. I never knew how fucking amazing it was to finally have the upper hand.