Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I heard everything about Cadia. Too bad, honestly, I'm rooting for your slow burn plan." Armano's gray eyes fixed on him." It was her idea. The one who found the cure of that pandemic was my daughter." "She is wonderful person, isn't she?" "May I ask about your relationship with her?" The young man smiling and out his empty glass on the table, "Like I said, she is my destiny. We already passed the dragon's trial, too." The Duke's forehead wrinkled. His brother's warning was right. "Did you know what she said when I asked about her resignation from the election? She wants to be the successor of this family and refused to marry anyone."

There was mockery and anger in her while looking at my current situation as if I have been living in a pig's cage. "We're taking you with us, daughter." Dad stepped towards me. I unconsciously stepped backwards. “And you will follow my command, Prescilla Hope Santiago. A Santiago deserves better. And this isn't where you should be.” She gracefully fixed her hair and put it behind her ears. “Our empire is waiting for you. You need to rule our people and prove your worth as our daughter. I already had enough of you tainting our names. I don't want you to live in this kind of place anymore.”

The man who knelt beside his family begged, he looks scrawny and improvised. "I don't care!" Queen Isle rumbled, instantly slashing the little girl beside the mother. "Mona!" The woman shockingly scream, she wailed as she hugged her daughter who was now dead and was bleeding profusely in her arms. "Mona!" The man horrifyingly yell, looking beside his wife as he saw his daughter dead. He snaps his head to glare at the queen, but queen Isle immediately slashes his two eyes, blood erupted and smeared her face. "Argh!!" The man bellowed, hugging his bleeding two eyes which has gone blind.

But I tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on the small glimmer of hope that still burned inside of me. Someday, I will escape this life and find a way to fight against the tyranny of those like my father. Until then, I must endure and survive, no matter how mercilessly I was treated. "Maybe I should just sell you off to him now," my father continued, his voice cold and menacing. I felt a surge of panic at his words, but I tried to remain calm. "Please, Father," I pleaded. "Don't do this to me. I'll do better, I promise."

"Power without compassion is nothing but tyranny. The Eirian seeks to conquer and oppress, while I fight for the freedom and safety of all beings. You've lost sight of what truly matters." Vaxia's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Compassion won't protect you, Zeke. Look at your daughter, look at Francine. She’s just a princess, but weak. How long do you think you can shield her from the harsh realities of this world? Join us, and we can offer her a life of true power and dominance." Zeke's fists clenched at his sides, his muscles taut with restrained fury. "I would never subject my daughter to the darkness and destruction your pack brings. The world doesn't need more power-hungry conqueror

My breath grows shallow, a small pain blooming beneath my ribs. Seven years. It’s been seven long years since I last saw him, since I stormed out of his apartment in tears and swore never to look back. But that girl is gone. The overweight, softhearted girl who used to believe in fairy tales died quietly that night. What’s left is Naomi Wells, a woman of calm voice and careful steps, someone who has built a safe, small world for herself and her daughter. “Mom,” Sophie murmurs softly, tugging on my sleeve. “Why are you staring at the door?”

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

“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

Rory fired when she had clear shots, her heart hammering but her aim surprisingly steady despite the terror pulsing through her veins. Dominic Sinclair watched the violent scene unfold from behind the cover of his vehicle, his mind a chaotic battlefield of deep internal conflict. *She is my only daughter. My blood. My legacy. Every empire I built through blood, sacrifice, and ruthless decisions was meant to secure her future — to give her power, wealth, and protection from this cruel world. And now she chooses this? A dangerous life on the run with the man who was supposed to be loyal to me?*

The Tyrant laughed again “While you’re fighting to kill me right now, my men are definitely rushing to the Archon’s mansion." "The first Archon would not leave his daughter without ensuring her safety" She shuddered. "If you are confident!, Kill me now!!, Stab me, Agatha!!" Tyrant shouts and even urges her. "Ahhh!! Ahhh!!!" Agatha cried because she had exploded due to the weight of her feelings. She released the knife and pushed the Tyrant until he lay on the road. She was on top of him and repeatedly punched him in anger. "Go to hell!!" She shouted.