Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

“She’s living in a mansion where the people can’t accept her. Surely, Harriet is thinking that someday soon, she might leave the place.” Zion’s smile turned a bit crook. If he’s not acting kind right now, he might said ill words to Reese. Good thing, he’s holding himself well. “Yes,” Harriet agreed, smiling at Reese. “But, it’s okay now. I am the daughter of Astell Wyatt. Now, I am living a good life without worrying if I have food to eat the next morning. So this morning, I shopped a lot.” Zion and Cassius observed Harriet’s face. She might be so mad thinking about her life in the mansion, but they can see that she’s adapting as the heir of the Wyatt corporation. She should have. They think

"Tatiana, McKenna is our daughter. I want her to be a part of our lives and to understand the legacy she inherits. It's not about using her against you. I'm trying to be a father, a responsible one." Tatiana scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "A responsible father? Who are you? Since when were you responsible?" "Since now. I am not the same person you knew back then," I declared. Tatiana narrowed her eyes skeptically, and she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Really?" "Yes, really. You've been trying to get a rise out of me ever since you got here. You want me to act like the old Hunter so McKenna doesn't like me," I grinned.

“I want you to be strong enough to survive. This is not as easy it seems and I'm here because you are my daughter.” “I am surviving!” I yelled. “I’m surviving you. I’m surviving this cursed legacy. I’m surviving knowing that everything is fake!” Her face didn’t change, but her hands curled into fists. I knew that I had pushed her beyond her limits. “I know what you are trying to do,” I continued as if all that I said earlier wasn't enough. “You want to trap me here. You want me to shift and find some random guy with gold hair and fine dentition and call him ‘mate’ like my whole life depends on him.”

His eyes widened in sheer, visceral shock, but the confusion was still there. He had spent days, weeks, hunting for the person with that exact scent. He was so stunned that he didn't even register the change in her posture or the sudden shift in the room's energy. Then she opened her eyes. They were no longer the soft, pleading eyes of a lost girl; they were glowing a brilliant, predatory golden. "My full name is Morvienne Seran," she declared, her voice empty and devoid of any pretense. "I am the Alpha's daughter... and the only survivor."

"Your Majesty, my daughter is banished, yes — but as we have come together to seek the truth, she has every right to stand here." To say Valeria's infinite smugness was fraying my nerves would be an understatement. She stood tall and proud in the center of the room, the traitorous bitch, basking in the moment like some wronged hero — while my Luna sat burning under the puzzled, weighing stares of the Elders. “Kill the bitch,” Tyr snarled in my skull. I'd have loved nothing more. But I couldn't. At least not yet. I reached for Zlata's hand, closed mine firmly around it, and leaned back in my chair, forcing my body into a looseness I did not feel.

Upon growing up, she was exposed to dangers by her tyrant father when he left her alone in a dark forest where usually demons appeared more often. As a young girl, her father was known the Tyrant King without sparing her daughter to become the Queen she deserves. The Tyranny King, she knew better than anyone that before her father become abusive with his throne and his power. The Castaline Kingdom was known for their justice and pride, not until her father killed her grandfather to ascend the throne. Her father was implied to be not normal where his mentally ill. She confirmed this when he didn't spare his daughter for his cruel entertainment.

Of course, Tyrant would stoop that low. Tyrant chuckled at my silence. “Touching, isn’t it? A father who would betray anything just to keep his little girl breathing. Almost makes me tear up.” He pressed a fake tear to the corner of his eye, then flicked his hand. His men laughed loudly, and the sound of it infuriated me. Suddenly, I began to feel something shift within me, and my fear slowly turned into anger. I straightened and forced my voice steady, even though my pulse was racing. “Let him and his daughter go. You’ve had your fun. This ends now, Tyrant.”

"A few years after Julian was taken, Elias passed away. He was killed by a gang in a dispute. I was alone, starving. My uncle found me and forced me to work as a maid for one of his wealthy friends. The man I worked for... he claimed he fell in love with me. He wifed me, and he was so excited when he found out I was pregnant. He thought the child would be a male. He wanted a male heir badly." She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "He loved me until I gave birth to a female. Then he hated both of us. He tortured me every day until I finally had to escape his mansion just to stay alive. I knew he wouldn't harm a baby, so I left the baby, hoping for a better life." "Sick bastard!" I

Jumping to my feet I grasped the bars of the cage and roared, “I should have listened to Tyson. I should have let him kill you, Zarina. I believed that you could be saved. I was so wrong, Zizi… you are just like our mother; pure evil!” Wincing, I removed my hands as the bars burned me. Zarina’s eyes widened in shock as she asked, “What are you saying, brother?” Her words were like acid to my ears, “Don’t you dare call me your brother after killing my daughter.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She asked in a shaking voice, “YOUR daughter…” Tyson exhaled deeply and said, “The baby you killed was Aslan and Raina’s daughter, Lily. When he told me about your plan, I wanted to kill you immedia

"The inland trucks managed to pull forty thousand scrappers out into the delta sectors before the primary distribution flat collapsed. We’ve got the grain. We’ve got the medicine. The people have their water... but their King is a statue of melted zinc sitting in the middle of a dead harbor." I didn't look up. I gently unlaced the copper-weave ribbons, pulling the swaddling away to look at my daughter's face under the faint, natural gray light of the mountain morning. The baby was wide awake, staring up at the jagged stone ceiling with those wide, entirely black pools. The purple geometric patterns beneath her skin had completely settled, locking into a quiet, permanent mesh that no longer f