Living As The Tyrants Older Sister Novels & Stories

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't! No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon. "The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods. Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

Set smirks B-brother, Oh, no, so he is Set’s brother. Oh God, does that mean what I think it means? It is him, is he him…. I... the one I….to be…the tyrant, the Don of Cosa Nostra. No no no, I cannot, I don’t want to, this can't be happening to me. I unconsciously step back, wanting to put more distance between me and my predator. I don’t want to be here, what if I beg him will he let me go? No, no I don’t want to be here. I muffle my sobs.

“You take after your father.” “I take after my sister.” Greg retorted stubbornly. “And there is nothing that sister wants for you more than to live your life as a kid, with no care, duties, or responsibilities, as long as you can,” Caddie told him, holding him by his shoulders and slightly shaking him. “Because your sister didn’t get to do that. At all. She became a mother at eight years when you were born and your mother left us, and she became mother and Alpha to all of us at ten years.”

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

My heart was hammering in my chest, praying to the Moon Goddess this fight didn’t end badly. Judging from the snarls and snaps, nothing had changed outside. The fight was still going on. I had never experienced anything like this before. These were not the stories your parents would tell you. They were the horrible experiences you locked away and tried to forget. “I’m going to follow them, make sure they get there safely.” Tyra frowned, her voice sounding sure. “You don’t want to check up on your brothers?” I grimaced. “They’re some of the best warriors in town.” Tyra looked pained. “If they can’t save themselves, what can I do?”

I nodded as my sisters and I started to follow, hands resting on their sword hilts as we wearily watched them. My sisters and I stuck together as we travelled. “Hey Gia, why don’t you make a crack in the ground?” Sunama snorted, teasing her as the others laughed. “I’ll make a crack in your face.” She hissed, her eyes flickering from brown to green. As they laughed harder. Tyr walked towards me, wondering what he wanted. I looked at him questioningly, “Are you sure you are sisters?” he questioned. “Positive, why?” “You guys look nothing alike.” he pointed out, looking at the five of us.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

“Livia … I… I’m not proud of a lot of my life. My life before I came to the Shadows, well I’ve tried to block it out mostly. If I have the chance I'll explain it to you someday but I just hope you can understand. The shortest possible version is that both of my parents are gone. I have a sister, Tyra. She’s still a pup and she was adopted by a good family and pack. I don’t get to talk to her as much as I should since I’m always on the go but she’s happy. Other than that… the Shadows are my family,” he says. “And you want to stay with them, long term,” I ask, eating some baklava. The moment it hits my tongue my toes curl and I get goosebumps.