Garlan Tyrell Romane & Geschichten

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

Tycelyn said with a smile on her face, anybody could easily tell that the smile didn't come from her mind. We both left the room together, definitely not hand in hand, we gave each other distance. "My daughters are here," Father hugged me and Tycelyn and we returned the hug. Grandfather wasn't able to make it and thank goodness he wasn't else my wedding would have been about her. Tycelyn was crazy for wearing a black dress to my wedding, the photographer better take a good shot of the dress because that's what I would be wearing to her funeral. "Crazy how my son will be the heir of the Juhani empire, I will even be happy if it's a girl," I rubbed my belly.

I ordered him. "Yes ma'am." "Dear, I think Gabriella is right. We should consider-" Tyrelle sighed. He looked tired as the hectic exchanged continued that he decided to step forward in order to address my father as he cut him off. "Sir, I guess that you seem to recognize my name even though I was using my mother’s maiden name. My full name is Tyrelle Gawen Gridon, son of the head and Alpha of this town - Torian Gridon."

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he?

He was a high-fashion man and had once arrived late to his anniversary because of his body care routine. On my left are the twin brothers, Tyriel and Tyrion. Richard's last children and Carlan’s younger brothers. They both shared the same features and took after their mother, blonde bouncy curly waves and sharp black eyes. Tyrion was the nerdy one. Always too serious. Too quiet and introverted. And entirely different from Tyriel. Tyriel was a genius. And had closed the most deals in their father's company. But he was terrible at breaking rules, he loved parties and women, and was good at languishing money. Though they were just 22, and I was two years older.

Ashton Garner threw away the phone. It landed on the floor and crashed. Chad was looking at it open-mouthed. Today Ashton Garner called him to his place for telling him the good news that his job was almost ninety-nine percent confirmed. “Hell!” he balled his hands into fists, “how dare he?” Ashton Garner spat in anger. “That fu*cker! How dare he?” Ashton walked to the glass cupboard that had all the marble and glass decorations, collected from around the world.

“I loved your mother with every fibre of my being. When they took away from me I was out to get them all.” “Why did you kill my father ?.” “I'll do it again if I get the chance, he's the reason Gaya died.” The vampire king said in. “You are Gaya's child, so I'll give you only one chance.” “ I'll give you the grace to walk away untouched, or get beaten by my army. I'll only grant you this favour for the sake of old times. “Although I despise the fact you are his child but you are Gaya's child too.”

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

Tyrone offered his hand to Sera and Sera looked at her brother for approval. With a forced smile on his face, Andric nodded. Though he didn't want his sister to dance with just anyone, Tyrone von Gale was one of the most sought out young nobles in their generation. He was a decent man who could stand on the same ground as the imperial princes and the sons of House Fiore. He was an even better man than the heir of his own house so many of their vassals supported him and petitioned for him to be the heir instead.

“I’m going without you.” “No no!” He yells dramatically. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” My soon four years old son immediately runs down the stairs. I smile on looking at him. He is so cute in his blue denim overalls and white shoes. Unfortunately, he resembles his father to such a point that I cry sometimes while looking at him. He took over all his features, even the eyes. That intense turquoise colour. I just pray that the colour will change gradually as he grows up. Eren runs to me and hugs my legs. Giggling, he raises his head to look at me with sheep eyes. “I love the Citadel.”