Living As The Tyrants Older Sister Novels & Stories

My large hands grabbed her body, forcing her to straddle me. "You did give yourself to me, now submit to my command." I order, but she rolled her eyes like a brat. "I'm yours, but if you want to spend a lifetime fucking instead of fighting then you will learn that I give orders too and my friends are not to be harmed." "Tyler is your friend?" I asked with venom in my words. "No, but he is my responsibility. Soon I will be his Queen and I won't rule like my father or those before him. Tyler cheated on me and that was wrong, but it doesn't mean he deserves to die."

"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 trusted you! I loved you! And all this time, you've been...what? Keeping my sister prisoner? Lying to me about Mia? About not fucking her, you bloody cheater!" The second prince chuckled again, clearly relishing the chaos he had sown. "Oh, this is even better than I'd hoped," he crowed. "The great mysterious tyrant brought low by his own web of lies. How does it feel, brother, to watch your world come crashing down?" Knox's eyes blazed with murderous intent as he glared in the direction of the voice. The calm he was fighting so hard to keep was just a fraction away from shattering.

He pointed at the towering wall, spittle flying as he talked. “Boss, I swear, my sister’s in there! That warehouse is stacked with rice and flour. Enough to last us ten years! And that girl, she’s a looker. You can keep her warm at night!” The gang leader, a thick-necked brute with a cleaver in hand, smacked Tyler’s face with the flat of the blade. “If there’s nothing inside, I’ll carve you up and toss you in a pot.” “No way! She’s my sister. I know exactly what’s inside!” Tyler thumped his chest, all smiles and flattery. It was sickening to watch.

I thought for a second, then said, "She's actually my biological sister. We were adopted by different families, and I want to see what her life is like now." In my last life, Nancy had caused Stephen and Linda to die a miserable death, and she'd stabbed me to death. She would be getting off easy if she just got beaten to death right now. I would make her pay for all the suffering we went through in our last life a hundredfold. I would make sure she was tortured to death in the cage that was the Quill family. [Something's off. Why is Nadia suddenly going to check on Nancy?] [Wait, can she see our comments or something?]

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.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” “If it’s not you, who else would it be?” Tyler pointed at him rudely. “You’re a cold-blooded and heartless person. My sister gave birth to your son, and you still don’t want to let her go?! Have you forgotten that your sister and your mother are still in my hands? Do you want them to end up like your grandfather?” Tyler’s voice was menacing and threatening as he exuded a strong chill. Eric’s eyes became ruthless. Eric lifted his eyelids and said in a cold voice, “Are my mother and sister really in your hands?”

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 can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,