I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

I think about the divorce signature. The word slams like a door. Like a judgment. Like a punishment. And yet, I'm the one who will sign it. I'm the one who will make it real. Because I no longer have a choice. I already lost myself by staying. I can't afford to lose myself again by retreating. But it hurts. Terribly. I think of him. Of Marius. Of the way he used to look at me. Before. Before she arrived. Before I became too simple, too sad, too transparent. Before he abandoned me to glorify her instead.

“Why… why did you leave us?” Matthew did not look in our direction. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, completely emotionless as he stood beside the woman chosen for him by the Moon Goddess. He looked like a statue carved from stone. The man who had promised me only last night that he would never let me go had completely turned his back on his son and me. He simply allowed the Enforcers to drag us toward the dark doors of the temple. “Enjoy your return to the mud, human!” Lady Vanya shouted at us as she watched our defeat, her smile filled with triumph. “He belongs to the throne now, but not to you.”

“You’re smart enough to take advantage of that. Hell, you’re scrambling after it and you’ve succeeded. You’ve come out of this feeling smug and proud of yourself. But have you ever wondered about the perspective of your actions? The next time the Soroys or any other families develop some kind of technology, what do you think will cross their minds? ‘Will the tyrants from the White Family rob us clean of our own technology and research?’ “You heard right! Tyrants. That’s what they’re seeing in us now, and it’s all because of you! You’re a bully to them. You make it seem as though everything has to belong to us! The sly old fox has done nothing but let his grandson play you like a fiddle. Javi

It was a word that grated against every fiber of her being, a concept she had always associated with outdated notions of marriage, with the very paternalistic views she had rebelled against. Her father’s words, about love not paying the bills, suddenly twisted into a new, insidious meaning. Was this the cost of her freedom? To trade one form of control for another? She stared at him, her mind reeling. The argument she had been preparing, the fierce defense of her independence, died on her lips. She saw the set of his jaw, the unyielding look in his eyes. This was not the gentle, understanding Dante who would sit with her in comfortable silence. This was a new Dante, a provider, yes, but also

He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returning to the old capital and its ruins, and all was peace in Altruon. Even so, a war is raging in the north against Obed, an old enemy of Altruon, whose people have fought them throughout their history. Though, in times of battle there is an opportunity for heroism and men of merit to rise in the eyes of the people of the nations they call home. One such man is a celebrated colonel, a man whose own descent is that of Obed. His name is Tyberion Ibori, and he is the father of a beautiful young girl who, in his absence, has become a blo

Chapter 35: The First Colony of Friction Year Four: The Diaspora of the Dissonant The fourth year of the Paradox was defined by a single, terrifying, and exhilarating word: Expansion. The "Permitted Era" had provided the technology, and the "Fourteenth Frequency" had provided the psychological stability, but it was the restless human spirit that demanded the cradle be left behind. The Earth, once a battlefield of corporate greed, was now a garden of sapphire light, but for the descendants of the Vances and Vanderwalls, a garden was just another type of enclosure.

--- Because she already knew what it meant. --- The system hadn’t just failed to stop them. --- It had failed to control the outcome. --- And as the core pulsed erratically— As the presence struggled to regain stability— One final truth emerged: --- Even the strongest empires— --- Can shatter… --- The moment something inside them refuses to stay frozen.

“What do you mean I took advantage of you? It was….” “I was drunk!” I yelled; I didn't let him finish whatever he had to say. “Oh! So, you're just realizing you were drunk? Don't you remember the way you held my hands? The way you pulled me and screamed my name like it was a recitation?” He asked, his voice cold, slowly breaking my defense as I could feel the heat burning in my eyes. “Men of your kind never take responsibility; you could have controlled yourself by not taking advantage of a vulnerable woman!” I yelled.

When Adrian Hale chose Rosalie Quinn for the tenth time, I was hanging helplessly over the cliff’s edge. He clutched a rope in one hand, the web between his thumb and forefinger worn raw and bloody. Rosalie was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Adrian, I’m scared…” He hesitated for only a second before pulling out a dagger and cutting through the rope on my side. “Clara, hold on. I’ll come back for you after I save Rosalie.” The system counted down in my ear. [The tenth abandonment has been confirmed.] [Life countdown: zero.] Before I fell, I didn’t wait for him to turn around like I had the previous nine times. I only smiled at him. “Adrian Hale, we’re even now.”

Ironic right because I was someone who didn't believe in the mate bond. ‘I have an idea!’ Tyrant popped into my head and I didn't know why but I got excited to listen to him speak about a way I could stay.