I Grabbed The Tyrant's Heart Novels & Stories

All I need is a squeeze and I'll sever her jugular vein. But she retains that grin, that curious, searching lift of thin, sensuous lips that look like they have not been used for years. Or they haven't. Either way, it makes my skin crawl. 'Go ahead, child. You know you want to do it,' she whispers. Oh I do. So badly. Then her face switches, a warp of skin, and it's Tyran, his intelligent eyes staring up accusingly at me. 'You ran,' he whispers, 'You killed her and you ran away'.

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.

“If the black heart recognizes a living sovereign before the old seat dies, it will transplant the first corruption into her and call it inheritance.” My hand jerked back so violently my whole arm shook. Too late to pretend I had not been reaching for it. Not to use it. Not even consciously. But because some brutal part of me had felt the chamber’s true heart and thought, End it. The hunger in this place had always been older than appetite. It was the seduction of certainty—the promise that if I took the centre, I would never be helpless again. That’s what it wants, Ty said through the bond, steady even while pain ripped through him. Not your rage. Not your grief. Your certainty. It wants yo

It was so agonising that tears gathered by her eyes. "M-My hand"- she croaked out with a gasp as she lifted her now blistered hand. A cry escaped her mouth at the horrid sight. "You signed a magical contract didn't you?" Hector quickly and calmly grasped her hand, "I need you to tell me who you signed it with, otherwise"-. "It was with me". A cold, booming voice broke their attention from her blistered hand and to the face of Alastair. He looked mad. Not the teasing annoyed self he usually carried, but a man capable of murder.

I have no right to complain because I brought this upon myself, if I had just kept still at least I would be free. Mr. Vamps is still keeping his distance. The reason being he is afraid to tear me up or he dreads to look at me. I heard from Ingrid that when he is angry he hides inside his room afraid to lose control. The room was forbbiden and no one was allowed inside it. She said I was the first one who entered it after it had been declared no entry. It's a pity that my luck was in fact a curse that took away my happiness.

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

"I fucking hate you." "Tell me something new." I snorted. Her Lycan roared a warning and her claws extended, ready to tear into me. I trapped her hand against the ground and held it there. "You staged this. You let me believe I was free." "You were free." Confusion cut through her anger for half a second and she bared her canines at me. My smile turned devilish. "You had the door. You had the forest. You had a head start and you ran." I laughed. "After all this time, you still haven't learned a thing."

She seemed to melt into me; I loved that shit, loved knowing that I could do that to her because she sure as fuck did it to me. "You calm now babydoll? because I could do this all night." She rested her head against my chest and took a deep breath. "Talon you make me crazy." "Nah babe I think maybe you were a little touched before I came along I just didn't realize it. It was those eyes of yours; you zapped me with one look and then the Avery legend kicked in and my ass was toast." "But what if the legend was wrong what if you misunderstood something?" "Yeah sure, I misunderstood my dick and my heart moving in tandem."

Her legs trembled as she walked closer to the box. With shaky hands she touched the box, the blood painted her fingers red. Slowly opening the box, her eyes widened on seeing the thing inside it. Gasps echoed around her. In the box laid the head of King Victor. His eyes were open staring into the Queen's. Queen Vanessa fell back, her heart was clutched in her own hands. Crying out in pain and despair. How could she not? It was her mate. She was the reason her mate was killed.

There's a smile that come to mind that forever en-grave in my heart, and even though the smile cause by my departure, I do revise it as the smile of hope. Hope for my comeback will come with fruition... and to able to achieve the pass to freely come and go one day within this Thousand Mountain! Without trying to hide the disgust, I said without looking at him, “I may intruder or what, this isn't for you to evaluate. So cuff me or torture me if you can!” Though I said the word with disgust in voice, my heart is in chaotic. I do think of pleading and even thought so far of negotiating. But that's before I fully certain that he's not just anyone... but a mate!