10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

You can also lower your panties if you want; it’s most effective, I think," Shyra said to her. She smiled, because it was true; it was because the saying goes, "She will lose her mind, not her love. You only get one chance to fall in love, so fight for it.’ That day, she decided to do everything and anything to make a scene and win Tyeron back. She knows the man is confused right now. *** Meanwhile, Tyeron is being discharged today, so his crazy friends have arrived and are teasing him. Heckson is the leader. “Do you want us to carry you again, Ty?” Heckson said, teasing Tyeron.

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

I asked, and he startled at my words as though he had just expected me to nod at his order. “If Envia collapses, and you are its Queen, you will belong to the person whose power you fell by. That is an unspoken rule. Any interference would mean war.” He said, “However if the nation you fell to hangs your corpse at its borders, won’t the countries you once aided feel strongly at your poor fate?” “Your concubine's father was a kind man. All love kind people; thus, their loss felt by many.” Is that life advice because many celebrated my death? The King wasn’t kind, neither was Neiwei…in his last days; all he did was go on rampages. The King himself was a tyrant. So…

"You are the undisputed genius behind Sterling Tech's software. Julian is an arrogant imbecile who doesn't even know how to reboot the main servers. Marry me for exactly one year, Anya. I secure my Chairman seat, and you get the unlimited financial and legal resources of Vortex Holdings to crush the Vance Group into absolute dust." He straightened up, extending his long, powerful hand toward me, his palm open as he waited for my answer. "So, Miss Sterling. The choice is entirely yours. Do you wish to sleep on the cold streets tonight as a disgraced pariah, or do you want to become the most powerful, untouchable woman in this entire empire?"

I nodded. He knocked the door. “Good. I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the semester.” He opened the door and exited. I cowered into one of the cubicles to clean up. Well, Tyrith, this was the lowest you could get. Fuck Lucian and his amazing d… *** Turned out I was wrong. This was me at my lowest. This time, I was the one who seduced the tyrant. How low could you go, Tyrith? You have done it this time. You have lost your fucking mine. Good sex or not, you crossed the line.

And arrogance can be exploited. If you want to destroy him, you don’t fight fire with fire. You suffocate him slowly. You strip away his allies, one by one. You expose the rot he hides behind his spotless reputation. You make the empire he built crumble from within, until he’s left standing alone, powerless, watching everything he thought untouchable turn to ash. That’s how you dismantle an empire.

Every force he had in his possession would be thrown into my face as he would fight against me with his army and his people not willing to give up their alpha for any reason whatsoever. I just needed to find a way to overthrow him and all my prayers would be answered. He was a tyrant. A big one. Even if I begged him to give up the throne without bloodshed he would refuse. He’s never been one to be reasoned with. What if he allied himself with another pack to take me down? That was another angle I hadn’t thought about.

"A fuse. You can channel that energy. You can threaten to overload the entire grid. You can hold the city hostage." "A bomb," Jack realized. "You want me to become a living nuke." "Mutual Assured Destruction," Cain smiled, a cold, ancient smile. "It is the only language tyrants understand. If Valerius takes the Heart, you detonate the Core. You turn New York into a crater before he can rule it." "That's insanity!" Olivia stood up. "You're asking him to kill millions!" "I am asking him to hold a sword," Cain looked at Olivia. "A king does not always swing the sword. Sometimes, he just needs to show that he is willing to."

She looks so worried and problematic when I see her unable to stay still and calm, she looks so restless while thinking of a way to get me out of here. And there, I have thought of something. Something so spectacular, this may sound so dramatic but feels so right at the same time. Should I just give up and stop loving Tyron? Should I now stop fighting how I feel for him? I think Tyron is just waiting for me to give up on our relationship. It's now visible why he is doing this to me because he wants me to leave him. He wants me to surrender him. He wants me to free him. He wants me to cut our strings.

Rule by spreadsheet. "Look at this," Sarah pointed. "He has turnover problems. People trying to escape. Dissatisfaction in lower tiers. He's good at conquest but bad at governance. The bigger he gets, the more unstable he becomes." "So we wait for him to collapse?" "We accelerate his collapse. By being the alternative. By showing his people there's a better way." Sarah smiled. "Maya, you were right. We can't beat him with violence. But we can beat him with proof that human systems work. If enough of his people defect to us, his empire falls apart."