Dipper Tyrone Novels & Stories

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

Then he groaned, indulging in the sounds of the creaking bed beneath them mixing with her moans and skin slapping skin. "So fucking hot! I love being your daddy, Annie baby. I love fucking my scared little girl. Let daddy comfort your scared pussy with his big dick. Take it, little whore. Take daddy's married dick," Tyrone rasped, breathing harshly as he thought of Tess more and more while fucking who he thought was his wife.

It created a huge sinkhole on the ground. “Master Collins, are you determined to kill me?” Tyrone was covered in blood as he struggled to stand up. “I won’t allow the people I want to kill to escape from me.” Chase slowly landed before him. “Fine! Fine! Fine!” Tyrone repeated himself and then, a crazy look appeared in his eyes. “Since you want to kill me, let’s die together!” His stomach concaved and then he inhaled sharply like a beast trying to inhale everything around him. His stomach and chest quickly filled up, making him look like a balloon.

"I never thought I'd see you again." That voice. Deep, laced with something unreadable. I turned slowly, my heart steady but my mind bracing itself. Tyrone. He stood at the entrance of my small market stand, dressed in the attire of a Beta, of course. He was not demoted from that rank even after he had stolen the alpha’s wife and made an imbalance in the pack’s state. He looked different—not as sharp, not as arrogant, but older in a way that wasn’t just physical. The weight of his past choices clung to him, but there was something else in his expression.

Valac's eyes widened in surprise at Azazel's remark, and his smiling face morphed into a troubled one. "I-I'm really sorry brother, I promise I won't do this again!" He sincerely apologized, fearing Azazel would dislike him as a result, but Azazel only sighed and shook his head. "Just don't sneak around like that again." "Yes sir!" Valac responded with a firm nod and a serious expression. Azazel then crossed his hand, looking at Valac questioningly. "So, have you discovered anything noteworthy about Lottie's victims?" He questioned, raising his brow which Valac respond by a smirk as he took a scroll from his pocket and handed it to Azazel.

Least of all by an omega. And not just any omega, but Damian Clarke. Damian, whose life had ended tragically in another world, had been given a second chance. Now reincarnated into the Elysian Empire, he was reborn as a male omega named Theodore Mitchell. Yet, Damian was anything but ordinary. With memories of his past life intact, he carried with him the wisdom, resilience, and sharp wit of the man he once was. Their meeting was nothing short of destiny. It was during one of Elijah's notorious parties, an event filled with luxury and decadence, that the Duke first laid eyes on Theo. In that moment, everything changed.

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

"I really didn't expect the champion would one day fall into the hands of a man from a barbarian planet. Fate has really begun to change." After the celebrations of the Rank-Ascending Competition, Felix followed Jerry to a magnificent hall in Star Alliance headquarters. "That's our deputy leader, Tyrone." A middle-aged man was sitting on the highest platform in the hall. Felix greeted respectfully, "Nice to meet you, my lord." Tyrone laughed. "You don't have to be so polite! After all, I saw you form your Way of Mind with my own eyes. You truly deserve this win!" Jerry's mouth fell open in shock. This was the first time he had seen Tyrone laugh. It seemed like he really liked Felix.

a voice chirped. I turned my head, and there he was. Tyrone, sitting cross-legged in the armchair opposite me, holding a delicate ceramic teacup in both hands. His grin was all sunshine and mischief. "Tyrone," I said, my voice still hoarse with sleep. "My Alpha awakens," he said theatrically, lifting his teacup in salute. "Looking well-rested. And dare I say, relaxed? It's a strange look on you. But not unwelcome."

“A big man like you is shy? I wiped your body every day while you were unconscious. Is it necessary for you to be shy? Dragun Squad’s base camp is swarming with savages. I’m the only meticulous person here who knows how to look after people. So, the person in charge entrusted you and Dillon to my care. “I heard you’ve already married and started a family. What a shame! Otherwise, I will certainly allow you to repay my kindness by marrying me.” Tyr was speechless. “Have Dillon woke up?” Tyr asked. Tanya replied, “He woke up three days earlier than you. That guy doesn’t seem like he is married, hahaha!” Tanya turned around and walked out of the room mirthfully. Tyr rested on the bed for a whil