I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

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."

She stood up and went inside her room. She threw herself on the bed, she cried everything she should cry, she thought about being betrayed and thought about Mr. Leo, She got angrier and more angry. What will I do with the man? He is so different from me. He has avoided it as a person. "a damn tyrant". She shouted and soaked her face on the pillow.

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.

Soon the mesmerising laughter died out and the man heaved shamelessly in front of the now, completely embarrassed Alexis. "You're a tyrant." She coldly said, shocking everyone else on the table except, of course, the emperor. "How dare a plebeian like you call me such!" Alexis couldn't tell if he was mad or just saying it because he was used to it. "What is that word? What does it mean?" She was fed up with this King. 'What a clown!'

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.

"You'd better learn your lesson this time. See if you ever try stealing again." And Derek — he just watched me with a satisfied little smile. He didn't say a word, but he didn't need to. His whole face said it: Look at this. Mom and Dad love me best. You're just some pathetic nobody nobody loves. Whatever I tell them, they'll believe. They'll always take my side. 'But Derek, I never once wanted to take anything from you,' I thought bitterly. A long time passed with me lying on the floor, barely conscious, before Chloe finally stopped.

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.”