I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant 소설 & 이야기

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

He reached out and pulled out a plain paper, placing it between them on the desk. It had strange letters at the top and the rest was plain. The letters at the top glowed momentarily before they settled for a gold hue'd dark colour. "I need you to improve the public's view of me." He spoke sullenly as if he wished he had never in his life had to speak such words. "The public's view?" She thought of people similar to him in her own world and gasped. "Are you a tyrant?!" She almost fell over backwards in her chair, but managed to steady herself with the desk.

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"

I gesture wildly, “all of this was planned? Manipulated? You were a part of it?” Tyrance leans back, folding his hands calmly. “I allowed events to unfold to reclaim what was promised to me. You are here because of choices beyond your knowledge. Not out of cruelty… but necessity.” “Necessity?” I hiss, hands trembling. “You kidnapped me! You—” My chest rises and falls too quickly. “You have no right! I am not a prize, not a tool!” “You are neither,” he replies, voice low, deliberate. “But you are mine to protect… until you understand the world you are in. And the promise your father made.”

"Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime." The neighbors were already waking up one by one, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. I stared at him. Then, in the next breath, I yanked off my slipper and swung it straight across his face. "You shameless old man! You dare show up at my door and frame me? I don't even have a boyfriend, and you claim I had a baby? Have you ever seen a woman who just gave birth and can still fight like this? Do I look like I just had a baby?"

His expression was tense, his eyes darting down the hallway before settling on me again. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered. He gave a small, humourless smile. “Neither should you, if you still value your life after that display.” I swallowed hard. “What do you want?” “To remind you,” he said, stepping closer, “that loyalty to a tyrant never ends well. You may think you can survive him, but he’ll eat you alive.” The words made something twist deep in my chest. “Leave,” I said quietly. “Before you’re seen.”

or you leave the country, go back to your parents, and your Spark status will be revoked. Clarine was silent. Her world collapsed before her eyes. “Choose.” Clarine closed her eyes, holding back her trembling. “I’ll... leave.” Reginald showed no emotion. “Good. And don’t ever come back.” As the door closed, Clarine looked out the window with completely changed eyes. She tried to ask Adrian for help one last time. However, when she called him, no one answered. “Damn you, Adrian!” Clarine panicked and lost her composure. She still refused to leave after making her choice, but it seemed she had no choice but to stay. Another person who would become the target of her vengeance.

“The elders are on my side now, they no longer owe any loyalty to you or your father.” And I knew at that moment that I'd been defeated. I'd lost everything. I’d lost my father’s legacy and Pack to a monster whom I once trusted with my life. Hot tears rapidly rolled down my chin. “But I loved you,” My voice trembled but it was the truth. Gods, I was so pathetic. “And I still love you, Lurien—” “I Lurien Valcarian—” I gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

“What is it?” She licked her lips. “If I always confront you first, will you promise to have nothing to do with her?” “Something like what? She has a lover, and we are engaged. Now tell me what I will do with her.” Tyrion faced her again. “You think it's easy to break a childhood bond? If it is, then tell Elvis to avoid you, and you avoid him too….” he snatched his arm away from Ava and stepped down from the veranda.