My Little Tyrant Novels & Stories

The demon screamed in pain, he did not know the woman knew the master he would have never taken the job. "So you're the one taking the men from Thornbury, since when did demons work for sirens." Damien said mockingly as he stared at the little demon, it should be about fifteen to sixteen years old. "I..I..master she tricked me...I didn't want to...she only said I should bring handsome men for her." The little demon begged his hand had begun withering like a dead tree. "What is your name and what division are you from.." Damien asked as he let go of the little demons hands.

Austin’s apartment was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. The dim light from a single lamp cast long shadows on the walls as he read Xender’s urgent message again. It had been a long day, and exhaustion weighed heavily on him, but the message was clear: “I need you all back at the mansion, fast!” The words carried an urgency that left no room for delay.

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

Kyla knew she didn’t have the luxury of being picky anymore. She opened her laptop and reluctantly applied for the job as a bartender. Less than five minutes later, her inbox chimed with an email. She’d been hired. They needed her at the bar by five for a brief interview, with her first shift starting at six. She also had to move into a smaller apartment today to save money, which made the day feel especially daunting.

And she can't have me. Damn, I needed a shower. But I would end up jerking off in the bathroom while thinking about my little slut.

“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

" Tyron scrunched his face like he was eating something unpalatable. " I don't think that's supposed to be your business, big cow." She retorted, glaring at him with those her small eyes that he felt like plucking out. " I would have taught you a hard lesson if it wasn't because of the condition I am, small rat." Tyron glared at her and she gladly glared back at him.

Ah, my child grew up to be such a fine lady. Gently tapping the lenses three times with her left knuckles, my baby continued, "My story isn't for easily frightened cats who have heart attacks over small amounts of blood; such weaklings aren't welcome to step through my door; I prefer predators, someone who has the strength to enter my territory without being pushed back." As when she's about to leave, I immediately snapped out of my trance. "Wait!! Last question! This is extremely important." "Speak." "Will there be any romance in the story?"

My words teased her, getting her ready for what had now become a rather interesting night. My dick throbbed under the towel. Fuck! I was dying to get our little game started. Author's Note: Please do check out my new book that will start from Monday It's called ALpha of Raven.

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.