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.

he ordered, his voice hoarse. He was never my father. "You know what, Alpha Holloway?" I spat out the title as if it tasted bad. "I spent my whole life sacrificing myself for your approval. I thought if I bled enough, worked enough, excelled academically, maybe you'd finally love me."

The rogue Alpha struggled to his feet, coughing up dark blood as he shifted back into the battered body of a scarred man in his late forties. He leaned against the broken tree, clutching his chest. But instead of begging for mercy… He smiled. A horrifying, bloodstained grin spread across his face as he looked past me toward the unconscious young man lying behind me. “Matthew Arizmendi…” the rogue leader wheezed, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “The great and arrogant King of New York. You think you’ve won? You think you’re protecting your territory?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer.

Enzo's expression twisted into a sneer of utter contempt, his lip curling back to reveal the hint of elongated canines. "Of course, Valerian's pathetic conscience wouldn't allow him to outright kill me himself, much as the sniveling worm postured and blustered otherwise. He still deluded himself into believing I would be grateful for being allowed to live, even as an outcast condemned to indefinite exile while he bedded my wife every night. Thus, he had him send me away into the wilderness right before they staged their bloody coup to seize the throne by unholy force." There was an audible intake of breath from Meredith at those scathing words.

I could not fail again. I had one chance to prove myself and I was not going to let it slip away. I watched with my eyes as our guards carried me back home to my father. When I saw him, I felt bad. I had wanted to prove to him that I was as powerful and as noble as he was but I failed him. I watched as he walked over to me and smiled. He looked happy regardless of if I came back with the firebird or not. He said he valued me over everything else. He planted kisses on my forehead as he started to pat my back.

“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

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.

Such disgusting people but I can't deny the fact that they didn't enjoy such feelings' He thought as he laid his whole body on his bed breathing calmly after his lust had already evaporated. He never expected that such a thing would occur. He didn’t expected to see something unusual that will make him be addicted to the feeling more and more. Moreover, his decision of being a tyrant was finalized the moment he saw such a scenario 'If I was a tyrant then I can also have girls that I wanted to have s*x with'