Novel & Cerita Living As The Tyrants Older Sister

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."

she's barely there at all, translucent and silent, a whisper of what I could become if I simply gave up. They're not illusions—I can feel their heartbeats, their breath, their rage and fear and desperate hunger. These are the roads not taken, given flesh and fury, and every single one of them wants to be the only Selene who walks away from this place. "Well," the Tyrant-me says, her voice like mine but carved from ice and authority, "isn't this delightfully morbid." She surveys the others with the casual disdain of someone who's spent lifetimes ruling through fear. "I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian."

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?]

"My name is Emily. I'm, I'm Tyler's sister. I need to talk to you. Please. It's important." Tyler's sister. I didn't even know he had a sister. I opened the door but kept the chain on. "What do you want?" "To warn you. Tyler's planning something. I don't know what. But he's been, he's been obsessed. With you. With getting back at you. And I think, I think you're in danger." "Why are you telling me this?"

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.

The exams, the research papers, the group project we had to finish. Yet my thoughts slipped to my sister. I was so happy she finally was over Noah. Mum had cried so much when Sara had broken down at our door, suddenly appearing announced to tell us she was getting a divorce. Dad had hated Noah with a passion from then on, as did mum, yet they both always nudged her to get over him and that life would move on. She never believed them - maybe now she finally did, now that 'Mr. Greek Statue' as she called him, showed up.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

After I let them know I was here to inquire about my sister's death, the guards let me in out of pity. Tyler was all alone in the courtyard when I found him. He wore a deep black suit which was buttoned all the way up, his dark hair slicked back neatly. His sharp jawline and heterochromic eyes were still as striking as ever. His demeanour thawed the moment he saw, and recognised me. But he hid it. "Lila," he said, his eyes taking me in with violating scrutiny "What a surprise." "Don't act like you're shocked. My sister died a week ago, and you didn't think to tell me?"