Novel & Cerita Amina Tyrone

—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

He raged in fury, trying to make Loney look bad. However, Loney decided to ignore him. Thanks to Tyron, he was able to unglue himself from Jasmine but she gripped his hand shakily and whispered, "he can be trouble." Loney scoffed, just as a group of businessmen marched up to them. Tyron lifted his hand to throw a blow but Loney caught it in midair without looking. The sight made observers gape as they kept wondering who he was. It seemed to them that Jasmine had a good reason for dumping Tyron because they saw Tyron to be undisciplined and irresponsible.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

Victor’s POV I stepped out of the car and headed toward the five star Stainley Hotel. Tonight, an auction would be held there. I came with a simple goal to acquire the latest prototype firearm being smuggled in. Unregistered in any system. The perfect toy for someone like me. My stride was wide, firm, intimidating. “Welcome, Mr. Victor.” Several hotel executives greeted me. This auction was strictly confidential. The basement of the old hotel gleamed, crystal lights reflecting off marble surfaces, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the stench of fear and ambition.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

How the hell was he able to keep this calm even though I had refused to answer his questions? What I knew about Alphas was that they would get angry if they asked one a question and then failed to get a reply from the person. A perfect example was Alpha Kyle, he would make sure to torture me at every little thing even though I didn't know if that was how he treated the remaining members of his pack. "Evelyn." Alpha Ethan's voice came again, as calm as the sea which sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't understand what was happening. This Alpha should get annoyed at me for damn's sake, only then would I feel relieved. But his actions were scaring the hell out of me. I needed help.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

He stuck his tongue against his teeth, looking like a fierce beast salivating over its prey. "You should go to work. You're going to be late." Heather was blushing all over. Wasn't he a workaholic? "I can afford to skip a day of work without Elkin Group going bankrupt," Tyrone said casually. "But—ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, Tyrone suddenly lifted her up, as if holding a child, and forcefully spread her legs open, holding them against his waist. He commanded domineeringly, "Hold onto me tight."

“He’s got the bloodlines to fuck with any of us, and now he’s using them to run a fucking torture ring?” “I don’t give a shit who he’s descended from,” Nero growls, his voice laced with venom. “We’re going to burn this to the fucking ground.” I take a deep breath, trying to keep my anger in check for Aeron’s sake, but it’s no use. Every time I look at him, all I can see is the brother who had his life ripped apart for someone else’s entertainment. “I wasn’t strong enough,” Aeron mutters, his voice cracking. “I couldn’t… They made me fight. Over and over. I tried to keep my wolf down, but…”

Yes, he could easily shift and kill me, but I was not going to go down without a fight, and he wouldn’t be the first Lycan that I have encountered. “I have done nothing to harm you from your side. If I have become a partner with your husband, it does not concern you” he said, and I raised an eyebrow. The man’s eyes were wide with rage, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. He should have known that messing with a Pakhan was not going to end well. Nathan was not just an Alpha in the world of wolves. He was a Pakhan, a don of his family name, and king, and that was not something that we were going to let Domenico think he could destroy.