Gentle Tyrant Novels & Stories

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

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!

She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa. He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.

"Short fused bomb." "People-pleaser." "Cold hearted boss." "Emotional girl." "Emotionless man." "Naive." "Pervert." "Freak." "Horny." Michael shrugged as if he wasn't ashamed of that. "Lewd." "Boring." "Too much energy." "Motionless." "Non-stop talking." "Old." Michael gasped. "You take that back!" "I was about to say handsome asshole, how can that upset you more?", I laughed.

He worked her through every aftershock until she was limp and trembling, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees wide, and stared down at the glistening mess he had made of her. “Who the fuck said you could come before me?” The growl in his voice was pure threat. His eyes glowed with feral hunger as he looked at her spread open and still twitching. “So greedy for your own pleasure,” he said, smiling like a predator. He dragged two glistening fingers up her slit and pushed them back inside, slow and deep. “We’re just getting started, little rabbit. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to come… and I still might not let you.”

Before I could respond, Xavier reached into his coat and placed a small, deep-blue box on the table. "What is that?" I asked. "Open it." I lifted the lid. Inside was a heavy platinum collar with amber and gold bands. Two silver wolf heads faced each other, their jaws locked around a massive red garnet. The stone flickered twice, and I just knew I was screwed. "What the fuck is that?" Xavier's eyes stayed on mine. "The Gleipnir Collar." "Holy fuck."

I’m waiting for the day when Everett tells me to submit to him. If he did, he’d probably be surprised at how willingly I would submit to him. But he hasn’t yet, although he gets closer every time he takes control. My kind, gentle mate was made for me. Underneath that sweet, healing nature is a man who likes to be in control, but he would never be the type who would abuse the power that comes with claiming a dragon, unlike Tarathiel.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

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

Judging from his temperament since the Vanessa case, I could already tell what was running through his mind… the murderous glare that flashed every now and then was so telling. Regardless they both look less so…. Serenyx didn’t even bother as she squeaked, cutting me off, ‘Dangerously handsome!’ I rolled my eyes internally, ‘You’re impossible.’ She laughed softly, ‘We are one and I’m basically voicing out what I know you never would.’ ‘There’s nothing handsome about those tyrants.’ Even as I argued, my eyes drifted back to them. I only wanted to prove her wrong. And unfortunately… it was quite glaring that she wasn’t wrong.