Living As The Tyrants Older Sister Novels & Stories

"Tyler Hun, have you seen Collette?' The Queen asked and I bit my lips. I totally forgot about her. "In the dungeon." Tyson gasped. "The what? You knew and you let her stay there? Who the hell even threw her there?" He raised his voice and I sipped my drink. "The Queen's order, your Luna." His mum shrugged and passed while Tyson wanted to pass out in anger and his face was red and he bit lips hard. "Tyler, did you throw my sister in the dungeon because of that wretched thing?" "Tyson, that wretched thing is the Queen, I don't want to get punished, her slaps are like hell.".

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Her eyes widened in horror. Elira laughed. “This chamber is sealed. You can’t even flick a spark without my permission.” She moved to the next captive, then the next. Blood filled the grooves of the runes on the floor. Torin was seething. His chains pulled tighter with each breath. But his eyes never left one spot—the hulking black beast that stood behind Elira, the one who bowed to her commands, the one whose eyes he knew. Tyler. His brother. Elira caught the glance. She smiled coldly.

"Interesting. Come over to my house after class. Let's discuss this further over some tender chicken thighs and cola. What do you say?" The two sisters smiled "Why should we trust you. Your father is and your mother own a fast food but live in a mansion. They could be mercenaries for all we know." Said Tyler.. I blurted out laughing. "You have a wild imagination. But that would be really exciting. So what do you say ladies?" I asked. "Were both in." Anne pressed. "I guess I'm coming too." Said Tyler. "Great." I exchange numbers with the Finley sisters as well as Tyler and then returned to my other work.

I shut my eyes at the sudden brightness but it pierces into my skull regardless. "How are you doing, Sister? No, I think the right term should be stepsister." Tyler's haunting voice stops time. "Wait, no, that is not exactly right either. You and your whore of a mother just waltzed into his life out of nowhere. You are not related by blood. Well, I guess, that is explicitly highlighted by the fact that you are both fucking like horny rabbits." Tyler's face is an hideous angry mask.

“ Krystal, if you want to have the death of your baby in your hands then you better the truth” “ well I did meet Tyron who told me to pass a different place but I doubt if it was him—” “ Krystal! Don’t you dare lie to me; I will know, and I’ll put both of you in the dungeons!” “It was Tyron! He showed them the way! , I didn’t leave when he asked me to” I smiled, my sister was just like me. Selfish, we wanted all the best for ourselves. I dismissed her. ★★★

Valerie replied before covering her eyes with her sleeping mask and laying down. Emma's wide smile slowly turned to an evil look as she stared down at her sister. 'I'm some hours later to becoming a queen, in your face dear sister.. Valerie" ***** The next day, Tyler would be going back to the BT cartel and Emma couldn't be more happy. Finally she could do what she had always wanted to do without any distractions. "By grandma and sis Valerie, you two don't miss me too much" Tyler waved at Valerie and grandma Riri and Emma only rolled her eyes.

I laughed and pulled away from Rylee to embrace Tyra as well. Tyra was Rominic and Rylee's maternal cousin, but she had grown up alongside Rominic after the tragic passing of her own mother when she was young. Her father's demanding job had also made it difficult for him to provide the proper care as a single parent. As a result, Tyra had always looked up to Rylee, idolizing her in a way that mirrored the unwavering loyalty of their close-knit family.

Once slight push land it would fall to the ground. They finally opened the door and a familiar feminine face appeared, Amira? That's when Evelyn truly understood her dilemma. She had always hated Amira and this stupid place she run where they kidnapped girls and then auction them off into slavery to various men. Some of those men ended up killing the girl for parts while other's made them sex toys. They roughly got her off the ground and that was and open mistake, if only her eye lids were not so weak and her limbs so numb. If not, then she would have made a kick and run show.

My father rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be here if my daughter or son in law would have picked up the damn phone before attacking the Iron River pack. I could have helped avoid a lot of casualties.” Beta Tyrion walked inside, ignoring me completely. I followed my father inside and we all sat down. “You must be Luna Angelina’s sister, you look a lot like her.” Beta Tyrion said, eyeing me up and down. I nodded, “I am Beta Charlotte. Speaking of my sister, where is she?” Beta Tyrion smiled, which really didn’t suit his face at all. It made him look even creepier, like he was wearing a mask.