Amina Tyrone Novels & Stories

It had to be really bad. Jacob cocked his head, continued to stare up into the corner, and then grinned before he turned to face 416. “The camera is off now. No record is being made of this. What Dr. Trent doesn’t know is that you are going to have a horrible accident, you freak. You shouldn’t have fucked with me. I warned you that I’d take you out.” He grabbed the bag he’d carried into the room. “Nobody breaks my nose and lives. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would be punished. I just bided my time.” He pulled out a syringe. “You’re going to die, you bastard!”

She returned with a small vial filled with a green liquid. The doctor took it from her and examined it carefully. "Xeranti," he muttered, his face grim. "What is it?" Eden asked. "It's a rare and deadly poison," the doctor said. "It's hard to find a cure for it." Eden's heart sank. She knew that Kylian was in serious trouble. "What can we do?" she asked. "We need to find an antidote," the doctor said. "But that's easier said than done. Xeranti attacks the veins, weakening the victim and their wolf."

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"I'm not sure you know what that means sweetheart." "But he had the guts to let the Bureau take my money." "That Container was full of Drugs Mr. Tyler." "And you know how much those drugs are worth." "Billions of Money, Mr. Tyler," Sylvester said again, his eyes cold..as ice. "I wonder what I should do to your pretty "daughter here." I mean she's up to age. Right?" He asked, laughing. A menacing one. "No...please, Boss, spare my family from this. I'll die for my sins." The Man on the floor pleaded.

*I am not planning to give you the chance. Susie smiled, delighted by the flicker of shock she saw. “Alpha Ronan doesn’t have one mate,” she said. “He has many. You’re just another warm body in his collection. You’re not the Luna of Nightreign. You’re simply the newest whore in the Alpha’s personal brothel.” ***

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

The image of Connie and Tyr happily ever after together tugged on his heartstrings and fueled his rage. He couldn't care less. “Tyr Summers! I do not care what happens, but if you dare enter Prime City, I will take your life!” Looking at Jay’s menacing expression, Tyr thought he looked ridiculous. “I am not interested in Ms. Yorke, so please, Jay, leave me alone.” Tyr did not give a damn about these people as he returned to his Cadillac. They were fortunate enough to be Carson Yorke’s people. Otherwise, Tyr would not have had mercy on them.

Tyrone exclaimed in anger. "So am I..... I think it about time we make Normani better again. " Kevin said shocking Tyrone and within seconds it turned into anger. "Are you fucking out of you mind...... Do you know what will happen...... She will remember everything and rat me out.... Are you forgetting an the face of everything but you are the mastermind...... Am the one who will get into trouble not you. " Tyrone yelled at him.

Tyrone was enraged. If he ran away in front of so many people, news of what he did would spread in Bactria’s martial arts world. He would become a laughingstock. “I admit that you’re a very talented young man, Master Collins. In fact, you’re a genius!” Tyrone took a deep breath, and a look flashed in his eyes. “You’re slightly better than I am in terms of inner strength power alone.” It sounded like he was praising Chase, but his heart was filled with a murderous rage that chilled everyone to the core.

—he reached up and cupped my cheeks—“you have nothing to fucking be ashamed of. What you’re going through, what you’re feeling...it’s all normal. Your body is reacting normally and you seeking pleasure, that’s normal too.” “P-promise?” Leaning forward, Tyrone pressed his lips to the corner of my lips. “I promise.” “Okay.” Tyrone studied me as he ran his hand through my hair. His lips twitched when his fingers got caught in a few tangles. Freeing his fingers, Tyrone gripped my hips and lowered me to the bed as he stood. “I got something for you,” he said softly. He walked over to the closet and reached inside. A moment later he joined me on the bed again with a notebook that had a rainbow gl