Romans & histoires My Sweet Tyrant

I said petting her. "Yes I will" someone said from my door we both looked and saw. Is Tyler a pervert or not?? Sweet dreams😘😘

My throat hurts but I rasped, “What is this?” He pinned me with a look. “Mercy.” Mercy? Why did that sound ominous? “I… I don't understand.” A shiver ran down my spine as he grinned mischievously, crossing his arms. “You're part of this month’s offerings.” My blood turned ice cold and my heart stopped. Gods. No. His eyes shone with amusement. “I think our Alpha King would be very pleased with an offering like you.”

I ran my fingers along his shoulder down to his nipple and lingered in there. “You should really see yourself in the mirror, Mr. Tyler,” I gestured to the huge mirror in front of us as a grin plastered in my face. I couldn’t stop chortling when Tyler shrieked like a lady upon beholding his face. *** Tyler’s POV The bitch is still smiling. But I couldn’t bring myself to hate her because she’s so cute, like a little black cat begging to be hugged by his daddy using her smile as a weapon. “Hunky billionaires? You are known outside the wall as hunky billionaires? Seriously?!”

Tyler said Valerie could swear that she saw her eyes lighten up in glee, she was proud and happy at the same time that her best friend was ready to put that fool in jail where he belonged. "Help me, Valerie, my parents would never want to get their lawyer involved in a celebrity banter, especially when he is like the country's sweetheart," Tyler said. "My parents might not like celebrity banters but I'm sure they won't want to sit idle while we fight against the world," Valerie said. "Because it's us against the world..." Tyler sang beautifully. "Oh, please shut up, this is not a musical," Valerie said cutting her off. "That's not what I meant though, I mean tell your husband, STE is like th

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

I asked to dispel the uncomfortable stillness within the vehicle. She smiled, "He sends me the most endearing quotes." Claire showed it to me. "What's with that reaction?" "What's the problem with my reaction?" "Jeez, you have no idea what sweet means. I can imagine how Fabio looked as he said this. He's looking into my eyes, and his face is close to mine. His minty-fresh breath touches my face, and..."

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.

We froze with our back to her. “Tyr?” Came her sweet soprano voice. “Heron?” Damn. We are in trouble. “Hurry up and eat the frigging rodent.” I rushed him, “At least snap its neck.” “What are you doing in the kitchen?” Her footsteps drew closer. Tyr slumps down on his rear. Her small hands touched the fur on our back. “What’s going on here?” Tyr gets up, walks away from her, and goes around the island with his head hung low. The fucking rodent squeaks.

"I didn't know you were so amazing!" Seeing the excitement in her eyes, I smiled wider. "Once this battery launches, it'll dominate the market!" "That's amazing! I really like you, sir!" After saying that, Hermione threw herself into my arms and rubbed her face against my chest as her hands wandered provocatively. I pushed her away. "Not so fast. I just need to fix some bugs, then I'll be done." Hermione did not insist. Obediently, she sat to the side and watched me work.

It was stupid to ask since I already know the answer to my question, it was written all over his face, monsters have emotions when it comes to their family but this one was different, he should be given a horn to signify his black heart. He chuckled like a real devil and the study room felt so cold that I had to rub my palm together as I gazed at the terrifying face. "What do you think?" He curled his lips up. "Do tell me you came all the way here expecting me to crawl on my knees and apologize to you," He made an illustration with his hands and then burst into laughter. "Natasha, or should I call you Malinda Kristen, I am not that kind of person." He said icily and my inside snare in disgus