Baby Tyrant Webnovel Novels & Stories

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

Tyler began to say like a seasoned adventurer mapping out uncharted territories, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of boundless opportunities. “First, I am going to buy myself a good big yacht. Hahaha. I have always seen that thing in movies and read about it in a book, what is the title of that book…” Tyler tried to remember as he continued to say drunkenly. “Ah! Yes! I remember!” he exclaimed happily, drunk. “Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!”

At Large Cyrus Graupelfyr II: Recently sighted. For a moment I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t bear to break the fantasy if my mind was playing a desperate trick. But finally, I did. And when I blinked, the words on the page remained unchaned. My eldest brother. Alive? Not only that, but being actively hunted by the Tyrant King and his dogs. King Zavan, the rotten monster, was still trying to mete out his twisted sense of justice over a long-snuffed threat. I remember throwing my arms around my eldest brother’s beaten, broken wolf, wanting to save him– and then the Tyrant King had taken me away.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

One rogue quickly struck Zane with his claws while covering Keira and the sight of Zane’s blood splattering on the floor enraged Tyr. He growled at them, feeling his wolf itching to come out, but he was so mad he quickly grabbed the two rogues by their neck and lifted them up in the air. The rogues kicked him hard, making them break loose from him. When they were about to flee, Tyr blocked their way and struck his claws on one of the rogue’s chest, eyes flickered with rage, Tyr mercilessly ripped out his heart. The rogue dropped dead on the floor.

Kratis slashed Tyler's hand with the thin knife and it cut him so deep that blood began to gush out. "No!" Harriet screamed as Tyler's blood gushed out and Kratis placed a bowl under it. What they didn't know was that Tyler's men were already outside fighting. There were so many rogues and the fight was big. "There soon will be the end of Alpha Tyler. By then you will have no choice but to bow to me. Your people will see me as their ruler Tyler. It is the right I deserve so ce you decided not to give me a beta position, so I decided also to be an alpha, to promote myself," Kratis said with a sly smile.

He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off. “Felix!” His friends called, bewildered. Tyrant fell on two paws, stalking at them. They got angry and tried shifting too - both of them. Tyrant pushed the first one into the wall while tearing into the back of the other one with his other two paws and fangs. We tasted skin, blood, and bones. Tyrant didn't stop, he kept shaking his teeth into their skin, causing major damage.

She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Get up.” “I can’t go to him please” “You will.” She cut me off, her voice unyielding. “Your baby deserve better than crying alone in this apartment. If you won’t fight for yourself, fight for your baby.” The city swallowed me whole as we rode in silence. I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop seeing his face on that screen. Lucian Backwood. Wealth. Power. Untouchable. He existed in a world so far above mine it might as well have been another planet.

He answered me and was still frowning. I gasped. I remember the last name. That's the top two richest people/families in the world. They are living in their own country which is owned by Moretti himself. They own a country! This is part of Asia that is not too open to the world because this is owned by the Moretti's. Even the world government cannot touch this country without permission. The country is called Imperial State. This is divided into eleven regions with a city in each region. This is a very rich country and one of the first-world countries. Their technology is advanced and will rival America and China. The citizens in Imperial State are mixed of Western and Asian.