Romans & histoires I Became The Tyrant's Servant

"I hate to admit it, but you're the most beautiful woman in Trinigad. But I don't involve myself in superficial love. And the rumors I've heard of you aren't the best. I heard you're proud, pompous, rude and vile. I heard you even got two maidens killed because they spilled hot tea on you." "Those maidens had it coming. They shouldn't have spilled tea on me," I was infuriated. What did my character have to do with my beauty? Every man wanted a beautiful wife, so he should have been thanking his stars that I chose him. He should have been happy. He should have been on his knees, licking my foot, praising me for picking him amongst the majority. "I needed to remind everyone in this palace of m

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”

Drake never listened to me. "Serve your masters well. Make them happy," he affirmed as he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the thirsty demons. They watched me with their heated gazes. "This is a dream. Please wake me up," I screamed. "Don't worry, you are going to enjoy this. Don't make this hard for us, or else you will regret ever doing so. I'm not begging you not to struggle, but let me tell you this. We will make you suffer if you struggle and defy me," Terry said.

“Iris, it seemed to me that you don’t really know exactly what kind of person your husband is.” Her brows arched as she showed me her fangs to try to intimidate me. “What do you mean?” “I’m here to take the servants from his birthday celebration,” I said instead of answering her question. “Bring all the servants! I am going to pick who I like from them!” “You have no right!” she exclaimed and pointed at me angrily. “They are our slaves! They are my slaves! Evan handpicked them from his own pack.” Blood pooled into my head when she referred them to be their slaves. They are my pack members. They live a decent life under my father’s care! No one deserves to be their fucking slaves!

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

She was putting on a frown on her face and looking at the servant like she was going to tear her apart. The servant quickly fumbled with her buttons and bowed her head in disappointment. Layla was really a tyrant whenever it came to me. Like I earlier said. I’m not oblivious to her advances but I prefer to act oblivious because it is the better choice. If I show any red sign, hehe.. Who knows what might happen next. She might tear up the face of any of my friends if possible.

"But you never dismissed me." "I will." The emperor said which made Eunuch Xu pause from fixing his lapels. Since Emperor Yin Renshu is taller than him, Xu Zhengming has to look up to him to meet his gaze. Those pair of phoenix eyes are serious, there's no hint of joking. Will he really dismiss him? Is he that bad of a servant?! But now that he thinks about it, didn't he want to leave this place at first? He even tried to run away, only to get carried back by Emperor Yin Renshu like a sack of rice. Why does he want to stay here now despite the internal crisis that's happening?

Two maids stepped forward, keeping their heads bowed. " Good morning, your majesty. My name is Olivia and I would be serving you from now onwards!" She announced, her voice bubbly. Maya nodded, a gentle smile on her face before turning to the next one. "My name is Claire and I would serving from now onwards." The second replied. She seemed a lot calmer, her expression soft. " Then I would be in your care." Maya replied somewhat stiffly. She didn't like the idea of maids following her around since she didn't have a good experience with them but it's not like she can refuse them anyway. Besides, this isn't her kingdom and duty demands it.

My mind is hazy. I try to focus on Lucius words, but I am too weak. "Now I am going to do something far more fitting," Lucius says. "Get her," he roars. Two servants appear out of nowhere. They grab me. "No!" I scream. But the blackness is growing inside of me. I feel myself slipping away. I feel despair. I am in the servants' arms. This can't be happening. I try to fight. I try to get to Tanner.

“From now on, I’ll have you serve at my side as my personal handmaiden.” I bared my teeth at him. “No! If you don’t release me, I will kill you the next chance I get.” King Zavan turned to look at me directly. “Tyrant,” I gritted out through bared teeth. “Murderer.” His bond to me clutched my wolf, tugging like a lead. Everywhere he had touched retained an echo of his warmth– it lit a fire in my body, the rising smoke of which clouded my mind.