Novel & Cerita Baby Tyrant

Scarlett won't end well if she continues to push Albrey. Albrey gets into his car, and Scarlett immediately follows. As soon as Scarlett enters the car, the door is shut by a guard, and the driver starts the car. Scarlett turns to Albrey while staring and smiling sweetly with eyes full of intense longing and adoration. She begins, “Young master Albrey became a self-made billionaire at a young age, breaking international records. Young Master Albey has always been my role model…” Albrey Hamilton's eyes darken, and his face turns cold; a fierce aura bursts out of him, making it feel as if the temperature has dropped.

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.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

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.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

Second firm no - avoiding work. "Only if I can hold the baby first!", I demanded, rushing to the door. I opened it to a tired Leon, who beamed at us. "She's beautiful you guys. A perfect little baby, ten fingers, ten toes, and long, long lashes. She's a redhead like Rebecca and has a full head of hair already. She's literally the cutest baby, but all my baby's are cute." We laughed. "Congratulation Leon!", I cheered, as did Michael.

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.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,