I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novelas e Histórias

In my chat history with Isabel, there was a voice message where she sounded smug and victorious. "Do you believe me, Renee? All it takes is one word from me, and Elias will leave you stranded at the rest area." There was also a text from last night dripping with arrogance. "Last time wasn't enough. This time, I'll make sure you understand who Elias truly cares about." It was obvious she had won. Still, I didn't feel the slightest regret about letting go of a scumbag like Elias. I pressed the call button on the panel by my hospital bed.

I'm disappointed in myself. I thought I was past this feeling of helplessness, past the point of caring for the cruelty inflicted on me. Not that I deserve it, but I can't do anything about it. I never could. Defending myself only gave me more wounds to heal and more scars to count. As a kid, I fought for scraps of food. Just to survive the night. Now I'm barely fighting for myself. Obedience and submission will keep me alive. What a joke. Clearly, in Tyrant's world, that doesn't protect anybody from his wrath.

You are just a rogue, remember? Ryker's smile faltered, and he frowned. "If I were you, I wouldn't tread on that path," he warned, his tone dripping with malice. "You'll lose it." Tunisha let out a cold, mirthless sound. "I'm not afraid of you, Ryker," she said. "You are just a desperate man clinging onto power. Ryker's eyes flashed with anger as he leaned forward, his face inches from Tunisha's. "You have no idea what I am capable of," he hissed. "I have been playing this game for years, and always come out on top."

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

"A true tyrant wouldn't have done that." Kael took a small sip from the flask, a weary, painful smile touching his lips as he looked up at the sky. "A tyrant dies alone, Garrick. I am just trying to live long enough to rebuild what I broke."

Sprill said “I know mum. You do not have to say that. You people are my real parents. You cared for me though I was not your real child. But they abandoned me. And there is no way they are going to have me back.” Myra responded firmly “I am so proud of you,” Mrs. Sprill said embracing Myra and she gave in. *…..* Mr. Laurence is in a pit and needs help if not, he will end up just like Mr. Sprill.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

At Large Cyrus Graupelfyr II: Recently sighted. For a moment I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t bear to break the fantasy if my mind was playing a desperate trick. But finally, I did. And when I blinked, the words on the page remained unchaned. My eldest brother. Alive? Not only that, but being actively hunted by the Tyrant King and his dogs. King Zavan, the rotten monster, was still trying to mete out his twisted sense of justice over a long-snuffed threat. I remember throwing my arms around my eldest brother’s beaten, broken wolf, wanting to save him– and then the Tyrant King had taken me away.

I glanced at him. “You weren’t going to save me.” He hesitated. Then… “No.” Honest. Again. I stepped forward. Following the Tyrant into the empire. Into the den of a monster. Into war. My lips curved slightly. Good. This was exactly where I needed to be.