My Sweet Tyrant Novels & Stories

Did he expect a perfect mate? “Hey, look at me, Kaya.” He said while tilting my chin towards him. Tyler was indeed a beautiful creature. As I gazed at him, I couldn’t help but think. Why did he have to be so sweet? This is not the Alpha I’ve known. He was known to be ruthless, scary and very intimating. But this Tyler was different. I closed my eyes and turned my face away. This made him very furious. He stood up and paced the room brooding on his way. He seemed irritated as he paced back and forth then he paused his strides and faced me.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

“Sweetheart. I own this place. That committee? They’d rather burn your file than touch mine.” My hands clench at my sides, nails digging into my palms. “You’re a monster.” “Oh, don’t flatter me,” she says lightly. “I’m just… resourceful.” She steps closer, lowering her voice. “You should’ve stayed in bed, Teya. Should’ve known your place. But you wanted a war, didn’t you?” She leans in. Her breath smells like sugar and venom. “Well,” she whispers, “I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

There was a jolt of pure agony, just for a second, but then she reined control over herself, over her emotions. She gave Matilda a forced smile, one that the senile lady saw through right away. “Well,” She croaked out, immediately clearing her throat. “Well, it was over a year ago. It was supposed to be. I hope he too knows. We can end it once and for all.” She gave a mischievous grin for Matilda’s sake. “I am looking forward to seeing his face when he has to call me Alpha Naturale.” Matilda returned her smile and nodded, running her wrinkled hands over the Alpha’s arms. “That’s right. I wish you would show him what he has lost.”

"Sleep." I closed my eyes as sleep took over me. TBC Whew.... writing smut scenes are really exhausting, I didn't even do much lmao. Comment your thoughts below....few more chapters and we'll be done with Tyrant......yayy!! Xoxo... Ivy

Whoa are all CEO's this beautiful Yeah beautiful not handsome. But I prefer Mr. Basma's handsome, he's got a real masculine feel. But this one is cutely handsome if that's a word. "Have a seat". Mr beautiful Crane offered and I took one though not before ranting about how he wasn't the one I came here for and that its his personal assistant. "Ouch, but hell be here in 10 minutes tops, you can wait for him here". "Thank you Sir". I replied, quietly fumbling with my fingers.

According to the caller ID, it was Sarah. “Hello,” he said when he picked up. “You’re so mean, you could have invited me around for crepes,” she told him immediately. He guessed that she was feeling envious of his second breakfast and sought to appease her. Sarah had been forever bitter about her mother’s attitude towards sugar consumption. “You can come next time. Aunt Betty won’t know.” “I swear she will find out…” her voice trailed off. “I liked his touch with the hearts and the strawberry syrup. It’s quite cute.”

HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.

She sweetly smiles. ****tbc****

She huffed and narrowed her eyes at him. "Aww!, sweetheart, you look so cute in anger," Tristan said. Amy gave him toothy smile which was sarcastic and asked, "How do you know I possess a sweetheart? It can be bitter as well." Tristan grinned and said, "Ahh...then show me that bitter heart. sweethot." Sweet hot? "Ah...of course, it will burn you alive, you calotes." She said, smirking. "Uffff...this hotness, sweethot." Tristan pouted.