My Sweet Tyrant Novels & Stories

"I want tatie." "Alright", I couldn't help but to laugh. "I'll buy you the doll that looks like your tatie." I scanned it as I put it into the trolley. Sara wasn't this thin nor straight, she had sensuous curves and was smaller than me which made her sexiness mix with a cuteness that I couldn't describe.

She was doing things with her life, getting to be more free each day. However she’d never felt so artificial. The sex request was there, but as it were as a organic reaction. The crave to date was genuine, but as it were to repress her forlornness. She wasn’t beyond any doubt if anything she was encountering really had to do with Tyrian. However it appeared to have everything to do with Sawyer and the mess he’d left. Glancing at Tyrian she counted his great qualities. There were a part. He was a awesome fellow, a genuine honorable man, and most critically, he appeared truly open to conceivably falling in love.

He slowly smiled, showing his teeth in a way that said, I’m the bigger predator, and I will happily eat you alive if you make the wrong move. “An absolute delight,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you do with your new role.” Tyler’s smile turned tight, and he nodded his head stiffly. “Thank you my King,” he bit out. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a few other folks I need to express my appreciation towards.” “Of course,” Valen said, sickly-sweet. “We wouldn’t want to keep you from your voters.” When he left, Tyler looked like a wolf retreating with his tail between his legs.

Nabita’s pov ; Nabita stealthily made her way into Tyler's room, her mind consumed by a sinister plan. She was determined to eliminate him, viewing him as nothing more than an obstacle standing in her way. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the furniture as Nabita's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intent. She approached Tyler's bedside, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "My dear Alpha," she purred, her voice dripping with a deceptive sweetness. "I've prepared a special meal for you, just to show my love and devotion."

Without waiting any longer, Sugar Aquarius gobbled up that pinky challenging womanhood valley right in front of him. Evania sighed, howled and growled quite long this time. She felt as though her feet hadn’t been touching the ground anymore. She felt as though her soul had been fluttering up to the heavenly horizon up there. She sensed as though there’d been quite a lot of butterflies fluttering here and there inside her stomach. She thought that she wanted this happiness, exhilaration as well as enjoyment to last as long as possible. “Keeping saying my name, Eva Sweetheart… Keeping saying that you love me, Eva Sweetheart… I like to hear it…” tweeted Sugar Aquarius again before he continued

As soon as I heard his strong, gruff voice, I knew who it was. “I wondered when you would come back,” Tyler said as he smiled and gave Tyson a bro hug. “I see some eye candy that can become my next conquest.” Tyler smiled mischievously as he strode to the buffet table where a young dark-haired girl was. “He won’t ever change,” Tyson said, laughing. I didn’t say anything as I was taking him in. He was gorgeous, tanned, tall, and bulky in all the right places, with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes.

I needed the sugar to counteract the bitterness in my chest. "Why not? Tyler is a prime Alpha." "Look at me, Sally. I’m a Mercer. I’m not foolish enough to think a High House like the Coopers would actually let me in." Seeing Cole ignore me earlier had stripped away whatever courage I had left. "I don't think Tyler cares about status—" "I don't want to ruin our friendship, Sally. Let’s leave it at that." We spent the next hour sampling fruit wines. They were sweet, but they packed a wolf’s kick. Before long, my head was spinning and the room felt tilted.

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

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

For being a girl who jumped right into her new man's lap and was tongue-entangled in seconds, it wasn't long before the innocence came shining back through. “Hey…for the record, I never used the words fooling around. My lady is a genteel and perfect diamond, and thou shalt never demean her with such nonsense.” Tyler prods me in the back of the head, clearly listening in, and I turn to give him a raised brow of utter tolerance. This past week, he has taken over Dane's throne as a sarcastic annoyance. Love has turned him into a jester.