I Became The Tyrant's Servant Novels & Stories

“Serve you?” “As my personal maid,” he clarifies. His tone leaves no room for argument. It seems I sang victory too soon. Here I was, thinking I would get to stay hidden in his kingdom while also avoiding him. That foolish hope is in pieces now, and the idea of having to serve a man who is said to be a tyrant makes me wonder if I should attempt running for the hills. But I quickly remember that leaving while Lucien is most certainly looking for me is not the best option.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

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 spat, “but I’m not one of your little puppets you can bark orders at.” He turned around slowly with a smirk. “Is that so?" “You bastard,” I hissed, voice shaking, “you don’t control me. Don’t even think about it.” His smirk deepened, cruel and calculated, like somewhere in his deranged twtsted mind, he enjoyed seeing me unravel. “I don’t need to control you, Delilah,” he said quietly. “You’ll do exactly what I want… eventually.” Then he turned and walked out, just like that.

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

She slammed her fist on my table, making me yelp. "At your age I had you and your brothers, led a company on my own and thrived! You are 30, alone and losing money! They are choosing the Iain's Enterprise over yours, and you are doomed to fail like your miserable good for nothing father! You are dragging our – my – name into the mud, you blind idiot you!"

Prologue Oppressing others doesn’t make one superior. If one’s peace was interrupted by another, numerous peace will be destroyed one by one until violence will take place and lead humanity in despair, and make them fear to fall under oppression. One will abuse its power; one will seek for justice; while the other one will live in the paradise of illusory peace, but no one can satisfy themselves with their foolish desires. “Ohayo! Por Baron vi servancio ca! Ipesanyo ver ca por presyosva!” cry of the baron's servant. I have already prepared the payment of our rent. I glanced at my husband and saw that he was taking care of the logging.

“Don't step in. What brings you here?” “An application for a new maiden. I'm not sure if it's still vacant for her.” Don looked at Lena and chuckled. “It's vacant. That maiden will be Lena's servant because someone will serve my slave.” Her heart sank deeply into her belly. She said, shocked at the new rule, "But a slave does not need a servant." "Tyrion, it is my command.” The Beta answered, "Yes, Your Majesty—”

The mocking glint in his eye sparkled like a challenge, as he deliberately invoked her defunct title, a cruel reminder of her lost status. Inayat's gaze flashed with disgust, her lips parting to unleash a sharp retort. "Though your dream has come true, you're nothing but a tyrant to me. You may have power over me, but never my spirit," she spat, her voice trembling with defiance, "still basking in the glory of your own pride, which could swallow the mightiest mountains whole. I'm not scared of you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, "if only you knew, traitor, I'll never submit to you willingly."

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”