I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

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

It was no secret that the last woman who tried to climb on his bed almost died and so no one dared to do it again. He was a tyrant and had a licentious behavior but it didn't mean he was stupid. Thinking of a way to solve his problems, he straight up went to her and proposed a contract. He was rejected at first but soon after being reasonable, they reached to an agreement. It was a huge surprise when the hot tyrant and the licentious rake announced his marriage. But it was all just the beginning. They never had an idea that a simple deal would change everything and she had never believed that she could reform the hottest rake alive.

"Surely, you didn't come here to tell me tales of woe, did you? There has something you wanted to say to me" Nicholas eyes darted around nervously before he looked up at her. " Erm... The people are looking up to you. You're out only saving grace to get us away from the Tyrant's rule! Won't you help us." Maya bit back a scoff, finding the whole thing absurd." And how am I supposed to do that?" " If the king is truly lenient to you as you have said, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard if you...." He trailed off, unable to articulate the words.

“Everyone does. Their slavery system is infamous. Most packs would rather die than fall under the Kingsleys. I can’t believe they’re collaring humans now.” The word *slavery* settled like ice in her stomach. Lucien had never mentioned it during the tour. Of course he hadn’t. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Gus. Just a rogue who took a wrong turn while running from hunters and ended up here. Pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He winced. “I’d love to chat longer, but do you think you could pull me out before the patrol finds both of us?” ... Gus must have sensed her hesitation. He sighed, as much as a man pinned under vines could.

mocked "Should not the temple be a refuge for those who do not wish to live under the orders of a tyrannical sovereign?" That incredible pair of eyes analyzed me. "Someone like our "father"?" "Someone like our emperor who insists on calling himself king." She snitched. "He’s not a tyrant. Callisto would never become someone like that phony god." I let out a low, snitchy laugh. "Of course, of course... how could the man who condemned humanity to a dark world and almost impossible to survive... be coldly called a tyrant?" I teased her in the corner of my eye, but Anneliese didn’t seem too happy about it.

, the moment I said this continent changed like she was gonna beg me or She was going to cry. “Please, I didn’t come here to cause any harm, I only came here to tell you what I heard. There is a plot and it’s not good. I know I could be killed for this, but I have decided to leave my life if that is all it takes. I cannot watch you and that innocent girl die. I have seen how you take care of her. I’ve heard of the good things that you’ve done for this great park and I would love to be a part of this session instead of being with a man who is a tyrant.” She said the words and everything she said was a perfect description of the month that I thought I loved before. How else would he not be a t

Others simply vanished into silence, disappearing so completely that I wonder if they ever existed at all. Perhaps I should hate them for this abandonment, should rage at their betrayal the way the old Luna would have. The Tyrant Queen would have hunted them down one by one, made examples of their disloyalty that would be whispered about for generations. But I realise I cannot summon that familiar anger, I cannot kindle the flames of righteous indignation that once burned so bright in my chest.

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

"I'm tired of being a tyrant. Even a reluctant one." "The Ancient One won't like that. When he returns " "If he returns, we'll face him together. United. Stronger than before." I gestured to the courtyard, where wolves from multiple packs worked side by side to tend the wounded and repair the damage. "This is what we should have been all along. Not conquerors and conquered. Allies." "You're an idealist." "I'm a realist who's seen where tyranny leads. To monsters like the Ancient One. To broken wolves like Rogers." I looked at our brother, bound and defeated. "I don't want to become that. I want to be something different."