My Little Tyrant Novels & Stories

Hunter says and I gave him a glare. "I don't know what that word means," I lied. "How about we all get some coffee? And get to talking?" Logan asks, I love the coffee, I know it's mostly milk but it tastes good. "Okay," I say with a giant pout on my face. We took a seat in the living room, and they made me sit facing them, I looked at them with the same pouting face. "As William has explained being a little means being a lot younger than what you are now, it's a new way to live your childhood all over again, and it's a good chance to have a better life," Hunter starts.

He shifted his gaze between them with apprehension before he whispered, “Tyler.” “That’s a wonderful name!” Melody exclaimed animatedly. “A wonderful name for a very handsome little boy.” He chuckled again, his eyes glittering with delight, as he lowered his elephant to his chest. “How old are you sweetheart?” He raised his hand and studied his fingers for a moment, his brows furrowed together and the tip of his tongue sticking out at the side of his mouth in concentration. He freed his other hand and tucked his thumb into his palm and lowered his little finger. Then with a bright smile, holding his fingers proudly up for Loraine and Melody, he excitedly announced, “I’m three years old!”

either you eat or get eaten that's the rule of nature Fearless,bold ,terrifying, brave vocabulary of rumors seemed to change little does they know the person behind the walls remains the same but i would prefer to be a little misunderstood than to be hurt by others again i would rather play bad guy then be at stake of a bad guy either you play or get played that's the rule of nature Be the predictor not prey be the chaser not runner be the alpha not omega after all it's better to be strong and a little misunderstood"

She was about to step into the room at the end of the hall when she heard a conversation that made her halt in her steps. "Do you think the King would want any of my ladies?" "Nonsense, Tyler. Of course, he would. Your ladies are the best in the kingdom. A night with one of them and that beast would come begging for more," A man chuckled. Tyler was the owner of the tavern and the harpist boss. He was a man who would do anything and everything to get more coins in his pocket. That didn't surprise the harpist. "So tell me, what's that weird magic man willing to offer for my girls?" Tyler asked.

“We promised we’d take good care of it, but he still says no!” I cross my arms in mock sincerity. “Well, that does stink you can’t have a kitty. But remember, your Daddy’s got a lot going on raising you two kids!” “He can be a big tyrant,” Bea insists. Where did this seven-year-old learn the word tyrant? “That’s a big word there,” I tell Bea. “Daddy uses it when someone’s being difficult,” she explains simply. “He’s not wrong,” I reply. “I wish we could have a kitty!” Tris complains, and her sister nods. My heart is absolutely crying out with admiration for these two adorable tykes.

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.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

Rose said, pausing the music. “Aaah, Mommy! Tyler laughed shyly. “I cannot do it.” “Come on, don’t you want me to get you that bike?” “Yes! I want one, Mommy.” “Then sing. I heard you humming along earlier.” “Okay, Mum, but promise you won’t laugh.” “I promise.” Tyler cleared his throat. “Pretty little baby, ya ya, pretty little baby, you say that maybe…” He stopped, and burst into laughter at how he sounded.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

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