Baby Tyrant Manhwa Novels & Stories

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

Lena Chapman and Shane Steele are the two most notorious troublemakers in Jerandale. Lena has smashed up bars, torched yachts, dumped a glass of red wine right over her ex's face, and rammed paparazzi cameras with her sports car. Shane has street-raced, flipped poker tables, and driven enemies straight to bankruptcy, forcing them to beg on their knees and even pour him drinks with a smile. Nobody ever expected these two handfuls to end up in a commercial marriage. When the news breaks, the entire social scene gasps. With those two living under the same roof, won't they tear the place apart?

Avo suggested, with that old diary in his hand. "And why is that so?" "Because of this, this is the part of the prophecy that we have had." Avo handed me an old paper. "It is not the same, but it does have some common parts with what she told us." When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Unparalleled in strength to all and none.

She turned to Prince Damien who was busy the admiring the interior. " Nice home, Although it feels rather lifeless." He said. " Well, that would be because there isn't much use of them." Maya replied, trying to keep the distate from her voice. Prince Darian was so different from Dexter. Other than the similar jaw structure, they looked nothing alike. While Dexter had dark curly curly that she wanted to run her fingers through, his was a darker shade of blonde and straight. She wondered why looked so different and felt different as well.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush. Ty seems to have that effect on ladies. He's not just a gentleman, but he's kind-hearted, humble, and so adorable. Anyone would easily underestimate him how powerful he is until they catch his aura and can sense the power in him. I've seen him train, no one can outdo him, coming close to how powerful Alpha Blake is. Our stay in the kitchen was short-lived. Ty is the beta of our pack, and with that title comes great responsibilities. It wasn't long before we were called back into the dining hall.

Lush and jet-black hair, long and thick black lashes, sword-like long eyelashes, a tall and straight sharp nose, thin lips, and a perfectly sculpted jawline— It is as if he has been patiently carved, and it is as if it is a scene straight out of a painting. Even though a stray lock of hair falls on Albrey's face, he doesn't appear messy—not even a bit. Rather, it somehow makes him look like a bad boy that everyone always crushes on in a romance novel. Despite this, one still can't fail to notice the ooze of dominance and authority that effortlessly seeps out of Albrey. It is as if such traits are naturally born and carved deep in the bone.

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.