I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

His voice was calm, but it was laced with a cold, underlying anger. ​Alan immediately backed away, smart enough not to provoke the Tyrant any longer. ​I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn colder once we were alone. ​“If you're going to seduce every man in the room like the little slut you are, try not to be too obvious about it,” he whispered without hesitation. ​My smile vanished. I stomped my stiletto heel hard onto his polished dress shoe. ​He let out a soft groan but managed to keep his composure, though his jaw clenched tight. I stood so close to him I could feel his hot breath fan against my face. To an outsider, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

I would think of three princes who had once been mine, wonder if they were well, if they were happy, if they had found new love to fill the spaces I had left behind. The phantom pain where our bond had been never quite faded. One evening, as I watched twin moons rise over our impossible landscape, Adrian joined me on the balcony. "You regret your choice," he observed. "I regret the necessity of it. Not the choice itself." "That is the difference between a ruler and a tyrant. Tyrants regret nothing. Rulers carry the weight of every sacrifice." "Is that wisdom from your dark years or your human ones?" "Both. Pain teaches truth, whether it comes from shadow or light."

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Andrew I took one drink after another, trying to bury my frustration. It wasn't the first time I saw her leave that way, and it deeply bothered me. Even with all the problems we were facing, I shouldn't lose sight of her. My eyes frequently sought out Abigail, something that deeply bothered me as well. I tried to convince myself that the fact that she was friends with Beatrice and might have a clue about her whereabouts was the real reason for my insistence on searching for her with my gaze. But these thoughts were dangerous and wrong. I was dating Beatrice, and regardless of the disagreements between us, I owed her respect.

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

"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.

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.

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

He squints at me. “I didn't abandon anyone, Tyler,” I say, and he laughs humorlessly. “Look at me, man,” He sighs. “This is what happened after Joshua thought he could be king of the world.” He points to the scar on his cheek. “I thought you would come back for us, your friends, but look at you… with your unshakable kingly stance.” “Tyler, I couldn't drag more people into my shit. What if I died?” I roll my eyes.