Living As The Tyrants Older Sister Novels & Stories

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?"

Jennifer chased after Altair when he turned his back on her. Tyler's pov "Remember that we can't stay any longer here," My older sister said, my brows furrowed. "What? No, let's stay here! You heard Tita and Tito, right? We can stay here whenever we want to, and stop contradicting, if you want to go home early, then go by yourself, stop involving everyone in here. We're having fun here, you see?" I complain, it's so irritating that she seems so contradictory today. She even keeps on hitting me whenever I'm about to say something, it's annoying.

I haven’t even gotten started. “For?” I picked up my glass of whiskey again. The ice that danced with the brown liquid was suddenly so fascinating. Tyron went silent. Moron. He didn’t even know why I was mad. No one knew I had a sister or to put it more accurately, no one knew she was still alive. She was supposed to be dead, just like the ones who birthed her. He probably had no idea who Zena truly was. “Tell me what you are so sorry for and I might actually consider forgiving you.” I said.

“Crawl to us like the desperate little slut you are.” My breath caught. Shame and raw excitement flooded through me at the same time. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, hands and knees pressing into the carpet. My short sundress rode up, exposing my bare ass and pussy as I started crawling toward them across the living room. Both brothers watched me with dark, hungry eyes. Tyler’s voice was low and mocking. “That’s it. Crawl to your new owners, little sister-in-law. Show us how badly you need our cocks now that Liam’s gone.”

"I'll leave. I'll go to the Frozen Frontier, I'll never come back—" "You aren't going anywhere until we see what's under those rags," Tyler growled. He lunged, his hand wrapping around her throat. He lifted her off the ground, his strength effortless, the mark of his caste. "Ryan won't care. Your twin doesn't even claim you in the Great Hall. He's too busy being the Academy's star pup to worry about a Latent bitch." The truth stung worse than the bruises. Her brother, Ryan, was currently probably toastng to his latest combat victory while his sister was being hunted in the dark.

Staring into his eyes, it didn’t take long for me to see the darkness in them, making me realize that it wasn’t Uncle Tristan, but his monster of a brother, Tyler. Words between the two of them began to be exchanged, but the scene before my eyes was in fast forward, making me unable to hear what was being said. Finally, the scene slowed down, right in the nick of time for me to hear Tyler say, “It seems that you have upset my God, and for that, he has sent me to imprison you to a life of torture.”

I flinched and dropped the plate like it was cursed. Damn women. I love them. But thank the skies I’m bi—I need options for survival. Tyra walked over, cool and smug, placed the brownies right in the middle—and fist-bumped Jax. Hold up. What? “You’re siding with him now?” I gaped. “My own sister? Traitor!” “Who’re you calling evil, you satanic menace?” Jax growled playfully. “You, obviously. Pussy.” That led to yet another wrestling match where Jax somehow ended up straddling me and I locked his arms behind his back, growling victoriously.

I did need to clip those wings though. “So, stupid Luciano kicked out the most prized wolf in centuries. I can use this.” “What do you mean?” Ciara asked. I looked at her with equal parts pride and anger. Who did she think she was? going off on her own. “You are going to find your sister.” I announced. “Excuse me?” Ciara protested. I was in her face in seconds. I wrapped my hand slowly around her neck and watched fear slowly creep into her eyes. I put my lips right by her ear so there would be no confusion.