Novel & Cerita Baby Tyrant

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.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

Reagan raised a brow. “Crescent Moon is a prosperous pack, rich with vegetation, topography perfect for fortresses and located in a prime region nestled between mountains and the sea.” He spoke. “That’s just the pros of the land. The members are educated in combat, healing, and foraging. They are neo were-wolves. I dare you to take over them. Take their land and take their loyalty.” Reagan’s lips curled into a crooked grin. “Is that a challenge, Freddie?”

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

His expression was irritating—he was clearly enjoying the sight of my waist being measured. “Nick is quite short. Make the outfit so he looks a little taller.” My eyes widened. Uncle Victor really enjoyed mocking people. I felt so annoyed. “Uncle, I’m still a child. I’ll grow taller after I hit puberty. One day I’ll even be taller than you.” He gave a faint smile. “Try your best. So far, no one has managed to surpass my height.” So arrogant. Just wait until I grow up—I’ll be taller than him. But for now, Uncle Victor really did look like a walking utility pole. He was incredibly tall.

He then threw the butt on the ground and stomped it with his foot. “So, this is your decision. Hahahahahahahaha.” Tyr had gone crazy and began to laugh maniacally as though he were a madman. That was when his cell phone rang for the second time. Tyr did not even bother to look at the phone’s caller ID before pressing the answer button and calling out the other party’s name, “War Emperor!” There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line before War Emperor finally spoke, “Tyr Summers, the one you’ve captured is the young master of the number one gentry of the north.

“Why does he have to leave anyway? He’s our dad! He’s ours.” “Yes,” I said slowly, trying to get him off of me as gently as I could. He obligingly budged, wiggling and sliding off my stomach until only his head remained perched on it. “But he is not just your Daddy. He’s also the Alpha King’s son, and he’s-” “Wait! Really?!” Calisto exclaimed excitedly, jumping up into a sitting position. “Daddy’s the Alpha King’s son?! Does that mean the Alpha King is our Grandpa?”

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.