Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he cleared the room, leaving only the patriarch and the girl. Tyrone let out a long, ragged sigh. “I cannot fathom who these strangers are, baring their throats to me with such lofty titles. But you... you smell of home.” He tilted his head, his cloudy eyes searching hers. “What is your name, pup?” Avery signed with a soft, patient smile: “My name is Avery.” “Avery,” Tyrone murmured, the name tasting like a half-remembered dream. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. “How is it that my wolf understands your silent hand-speech? Was I once a silent hunter myself?”

“But we ain’t done yet, princess.” His fingers drift higher, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, and I whimper, oversensitive, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me. Tyrone’s smirk sharpens, all teeth and dark intent. “Good girl.” He turns, the latex at his wrists creaking as he reaches for the sterilized tray beside him. The clink of metal against metal makes my stomach twist. I watch, mesmerized, as he picks up the jewelry, a delicate silver barbell, the ends adorned with tiny, glinting gemstones. It’s beautiful. And terrifying.

She stood up and went inside her room. She threw herself on the bed, she cried everything she should cry, she thought about being betrayed and thought about Mr. Leo, She got angrier and more angry. What will I do with the man? He is so different from me. He has avoided it as a person. "a damn tyrant". She shouted and soaked her face on the pillow.

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

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They all walked over to the table and sat down. Mike was standing at the back of Scott and Jennifer. "Nice of you guys to finally arrive. This is my boyfriend, Damian," Sally introduced. Scott shook Damian's hand. "Nice to meet you," Scott said with a smile. "And this is my girlfriend Jennifer," Scott said. pointing at Jennifer Jennifer shook Damian's hand after she stood up. She and Sally both hugged each other. Damian is a white guy with blonde hair. He has blue eyes. and he looks like he was in his late 30s.

Tyrone said, "Where you been baby? Why haven’t you come back?" I was trembling. I didn't think I was going to see him again. "I've been busy." I said. One of his home boys, neither was the one from before, said, "Who's the cracker? "This is my bitch." Tyrone said. "And she really loves to play." Tyrone turned to me and said, " You love big black dick don't you baby?" I knew the shit was going to happen again, but I remembered Tyrone packing a gun so I said, "Yes."

he muttered. He grabbed his jacket, eyes cold. Melissa thought she was cornered. Alice thought she’d won. Neither of them knew yet Tyrone hated two things above all else: Being underestimated. And watching someone destroy the woman he should’ve protected sooner.

Pain registered in my chest and spread outward, slow and thorough, leaving nothing untouched. Anya lost her mind. She wasn't growling anymore. She was past growling. She wanted to shift and she wanted blood and she was very specific about whose. She wanted Jessica off him and she wanted it now and she was not being quiet about any of it. The shrieking inside my head was loud enough that I had to press my teeth together just to keep my face stoic. I pushed her back. Not because I didn't agree with her. But because falling apart in front of him was exactly what he wanted and I would rather swallow glass.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.