Novel & Cerita Living As The Tyrants Older Sister

“Drag her outside.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed as they closed in. I recognized them as members of Brightclaw. I kicked out, my heart started racing as their hands fell on me and started to drag me. I thrashed, tearing out of their grip. One of them shoved me to the ground. The solidness of it slammed into my face before I could turn my head. Pain exploded in my face. I was dazed, realizing that I was on the ground with blood rising in my mouth, trickling down my nose. I looked up at Tyler’s sister, who stood over me like she owned the world, her lips pulled into that cruel, haughty smirk that I’d always hated. “You should learn that spreading lies about your betters will get you in

He looked around for the Lanceolate leaf his sister used on her foot and when he found it, he applied it to her head and carefully massaged the head. "Need any help?" Anita asked him but he shook his head. "It's all done." He replied and looked into the face of his sister. "do you think it will end one day?" Anita questioned sadly. "I don't even know our fate anymore," Tyler answered back. He didn't believe that it will end one day. The Andersons were cruel rulers and no one could question them. Everyone who had tried to overcome them end up in a bad place. "I need to check on my father. Help me with Cara." He requested and Anita gladly accepted. She took Cara into her arms and watched as Ty

She shakes her head and says, “No, my sister...” “Your sister?” both Brent and Tyrus repeat. She slowly looks toward the coffin. * With everything that had been going on, neither Brent nor Tyrus had paid any attention to the coffin. They look at each other and then Tyrus gets up and walks over to the coffin. He sees a girl, very unlike Esther, lying inside. She has black hair and dusky skin and her eyes are closed. Tyrus bends closer and can now hear a very faint heartbeat. He walks back to Brent and Esther who now looks almost unconscious but still asks, “Is she alive?”

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Her face remained expressionless as she wiped angrily at her tears. “...I wasn't wrong for helping you, ungrateful wretch! You're just so undeserving of love and I won't let you get away with any of this!” My body was trembling now from barely contained rage as I tightened my fist to ground myself. “Oh, I've already gotten away with what I want.” Her face was stoic, eyes deadly and cold as she spoke, “Look around you, sister. I've already taken everything from you. Your mate, your title, your people, your home, your life… They all belong to me now.”

Orlando Daniel and I walked into the mansion after our meeting in Italy and let off some steam. The mansion seemed quiet to quiet. Where was everyone? Suddenly we were on the floor looking at a very pissed-off Ty. “What the fuck man?” “Don’t you what the fuck man, I trusted you both. I trusted you with my sister and her best friend and once their backs were turned you’re both with other women!" He said angrily. What? “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Mom asked me to buy fig and Elyrian fruit tart before I go home. Bye, you two. I will see you later.“I said to them, and they both gave me a look before they shrugged and walked away. Now, for the second part of the game... I grabbed my phone. It was all coming together nicely. Soon... “Arax? It is Tyrell.” “What are you calling me for? We know your new alliance with the Royal family, you ass-licking, brown nosers. You- those fucking Firestorms killed my sister. All of them, and they would pay for it. I would make sure-” I cut his tired off. I had no time to listen to his fucking monologue.

He shut his eyes and I deflated “I can’t let it happen to you or anyone else. I just can’t.” I sighed. “You have no right, absolutely no right to meddle in my life like this! Why though? Why are you trying to mess with everything? Why do you feel the need to be here? To be ruining my life! C’mon Tyler! Why won’t you just leave me alone?!” I snapped “Because this crap killed my sister okay?!” He boomed and I shut my eyes and let tears fall. A sob escaped my lips and I tried to calm down. I did.

"Well, I guess she has no business being in the land of the living." Suddenly, she pulled out a remote control from her cloak; its sleek design glimmered in the poor light. "What's that?" I asked, my head filled with dread. Tanisha's smile spread, her eyes glinting with malice. "One click and your precious Sara is blown into dust." Appalled, my eyes widened in shock, horror washing over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Ryker spun to Tanisha, his eyes wide in surprise.