Romans & histoires I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game

I point my front foot at a 45-degree angle, bend my knees, and distribute my weight evenly between my legs and the balls of my feet. Isaac joins me. I tap fists with him, and I wait for the ref to make his ding, ding sound. And then, abiding by every rule they’ve told me, correcting every misstep and conforming to every suggestion they bellow at me from the sidelines, I beat him into a bloody pulp until the referee calls time. The entire time, I hold Eldrick’s gaze so that when he closes his eyes tonight to sleep, he will think of the face of the male who will kill him.

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

I take my phone and send a single message through a secure channel. I stare at the words after they leave my screen. I have given orders like this before about assets and territory. The realization settles into me slowly, heavily. I started this as a war. Somewhere along the line, it became a defense. I look toward the door, toward the corridor that leads to her wing of the house. I tell myself this is still a game. The thought does not convince me, not anymore.

“You’re a tyrant. And tyrants always fall!” He grabbed me by the throat, slamming me into the ground. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I clawed at his wrist, his weight crushing down on me. “You’re just a girl playing warrior,” he hissed. “You’ll die screaming like your mother did.” Rage surged through me, stronger than the pain. With a snarl, I twisted, sinking my claws into his side and ripping with every ounce of strength I had left. He howled, jerking back, and I rolled free, gasping for breath.

He reached out and pulled out a plain paper, placing it between them on the desk. It had strange letters at the top and the rest was plain. The letters at the top glowed momentarily before they settled for a gold hue'd dark colour. "I need you to improve the public's view of me." He spoke sullenly as if he wished he had never in his life had to speak such words. "The public's view?" She thought of people similar to him in her own world and gasped. "Are you a tyrant?!" She almost fell over backwards in her chair, but managed to steady herself with the desk.

I was obsessed with the game. The rules were clear, no hurting members of the other team but who were they kidding, rules were meant to be broken. And what kind of pussy would ever hold me up to the rules. I was the queen after all. “Your majesties, are you ready?” The referee questioned but he was wasting time, I was born ready. My eyes were on Dante, I was ready to tear him apart.

The games he participated in were arm wrestling (where he displayed his amazing prowess, easily defeating his opponents in one go) and cooking (which he lost woefully). It was now evening. The very last activity was about to begin. At Mr Rex’s order, the Alphaless packs brought out their chosen warriors. Tyrion chose to participate after seeing Phoenix rise from his seat. He wanted to strike a deal with Phoenix. If he won this round, he doesn't need to kneel and say 'Father' whenever he sees him. He could even add another 10,000 dollars so he could be free of the sick agreement. He stood beside Phoenix and gave him a letter stating his intention. After reading it, Phoenix chuckled. "I'll let

I hadn’t just pushed Iris out of the game — I had forced her onto a board where the floor was rigged to blow. The opening move was mine. Now the monster was awake. And he was already looking for blood.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

I have been playing this game for years, and always come out on top. Tunisha didn't flinch but kept staring at Ryker, her stare cold, her voice dripping venom: "We'll see about that." At that moment, raw tension was exposed as the two adversaries stood up against one another and their powers tussled in silence. There was going to be only one winner.