Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

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.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

"What?" "Not what, who!" I stared at her face for a long time. There was a look of confusion on my face, but when I figured out what she meant, I quickly shook my head. "Wena, no!" "Tanya, yes!" She glared at me. "You just have to choose! Either your pride or your daughter?" "But Dylan will take my daughter from me!" "You don't know that!" I shook my head and went back to the sofa. "I know him, Wena! Besides, he and Dayana already have a family. And if he finds out about Thalia, he might take her from me! I can't let that happen!"

“He wasn’t talking to you. He was addressing the tyrant.” “The tyrant?” Night repeated, her voice rising with disbelief. “Do you even know what a tyrant is?” She stepped forward slowly, her eyes blazing. “Does this girl look anything like a tyrant to you?” “Of course she is. Her father was one. That doesn’t make her any different,” Dan spat.

I pause for a moment, "twice. Your husband locked you up, your daughter was shot, and she'll probably hate you when the sedative wears off." She looks at me, stunned. "Actually, your life should have adrenaline. You're the First Lady of the North American drug trade," I continue. "It must be hereditary, you know, your mother was boring too. I think your daughter only has electricity in her veins because of Tyler. He does have adrenaline, you should have seen him in adolescence, he was a great conquistador..." "Are you serious you're going to keep going?" she stares at me, irritated.

"Had I ever called you my heir or mentioned anything like that to you? The story I told you wasn't all true and complete because I didn't want anyone to know about my secret daughter who would take over the throne after me." My breath caught. This can't be true. "I wanted to keep her safe that is why nobody knew. My daughter wasn't killed by the vampires. Her mother hid her under the basement. She’s twenty now—strong, fierce, just like her father—and ready to take the throne.” Air escaped from my lungs, his words hitting me like a punch to the chest. I was speechless, stunned and shattered. “Prepare to serve as her Beta,” Kane snapped. “And stop aiming above your rank. As the Beta’s son, you

In fact, she is dying due to my ruthlessness! The strong always prey on the weak, and those who are weak would end up destroyed. Once upon a time, I used to be one of the weak ones, and I couldn't even protect my love life. I worked hard to become more powerful to ensure that I could control my own fate. Nevertheless, I end up not being able to even save my daughter. I wasn't aware I had a surviving daughter. Her daily necessities weren't even taken care of, and she had been bullied badly.

"I just hope she survives it, she's always swallowing the bitter pill of medicine she's not supposed to take. Tyson will lose this throne if she's not here and I want my stubborn son to carry out his father's legacy, I badly want him Kyle." She said remorsefully and tears spilled her eyes which I'm not supposed to be affected but I felt moved. She cared about Zenevieva and that asshole but he chose to be frolicking around with his stupidity. "It's okay, she will be fine " "I know…I don't know about Tyson and what he wants to do anymore! His father is dying and he wants to tread on the wrong path! He wants that bitch for himself!!" She screamed in anger.