Baby Tyrant Manhwa Novels & Stories

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now." "W-hat shall I do in this thing?" the man stuttered in fear while holding the bag. "Get in—" Cold response of the Tyrant. "M-master?!—" The tyrant again aimed the katana at the man's neck “Why ?, don’t you want to live?!." "I want to live Master!!" The man shouted and then forced himself into the punching bag. "Hang him up!!." "Yes Master!!!" sigaw na tugon ng kaniyang mga tauhan.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.