10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”

Tyler said. "I'm going to hang up now, sort your problems out or knock yourself to the reality that he doesn't want to have anything to do with you, I'm your friend, I want the best for you and you know that but I'll love it if you brace yourself for the disappointment you might face if you think your wishes would come to pass," Tyler said before hanging up. Valerie didn't listen to Tyler's advice, she felt Tyler was being negative so she got up, faced the window to see the bright shiny moon, and made three wishes before she went back to bed and fell asleep. ***

But how would I arrange it? The princess could easily become an angel, too good for the sinful earth, and I needed Rudolph to drain the cup of bitterness to the dregs, filling him with shame. Plus, the more dirt revealed about the previous ruler, the cleaner the next one seemed. That’s politics for you. Whomever would replace a tyrant and a despot, they would enjoy mass adoration at first. For me, that was of utmost importance. So, what should I do? That question tormented me incessantly, but not for long—right until the day when Ruthina launched an offensive.

“If I try to be gentle, he will call me a hypocrite and tell me to let him go if I truly care for him.” He was paralyzed by the fear that any move he made would only lead back to the one outcome he couldn't accept. Tyler and Brandon suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for the most powerful wolf in Valeria. Ethan was superior to Charlie Whitaker in every metric, but his personal life was a chaotic blizzard. At the end of the day, he simply had zero experience in the dance of courtship. “In that case, don't ask for permission—just act,” Tyler suggested. “Get him some jewelry. Every wolf loves the shine of precious metals.”

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."

she answered. “What?!” “Yeah, he was insisting that he wanted to take me home,” “Good thing, you didn’t let him take you home, that would have blown your cover,” “What are you going to do about the crush he has for you? Do you feel anything towards him?” Rockwell asked. “Hell no! I am not attracted to him one bit,” “OK, but I think we could use that to our advantage don’t you think?” “In what way sir?” “I mean you could pretend to like him so you could get to close to him, that way we would get the company’s ownership document quickly,” Rockwell explained.

Before I could react, her demeanor shifted as her eyes rolled back, her pupils disappearing, and she looked like she was possessed as she spoke the next words. "Danger will come in the form of three. One hidden, one in front, and one that you cannot see. Only the darkness within will set you free. Embrace it with all, as you embrace thee. Promised to the Tyrant you must be. It will only be together that you will find the key." As soon as the words left her mouth, she returned to her normal self. She looked completely drained, and at that moment, I once again saw the wrinkly contours of her face that gave away her real age, with the constant red hair and green eyes.

“Is that a challenge, Freddie?” Frederick shrugged. “I guess it is.” The Alpha smirked. “I was bored. It is high time for a wolf hunt. I guess I should reward you for the idea.” “Just fulfill a wish of mine.” The old man said without missing a beat. “What is it?” “Give me unlimited rights to advise you.” He said. Reagan snorted, thinking for a moment, and then nodded. “Sure, you can have it. But remember, you will advise does not mean that I will follow it.”

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument. Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.