Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

lyra smiles, sharp and lethal “go on high commander. tell the council whose daughter has been riding their alphas cock all night” tarian tries to speak, cant. lyra steps forward, voice ringing “im lyra of blue moon. last surviving heir. the pack your father slaughtered aziel. and last night” she looks at me, eyes soft for one heartbeat “last night i chose him over revenge” dead silence. then chaos. “blue moon” someone whispers “impossible” “she was dead” lyra laughs bitter “dead girls dont come this hard apparently” i step to her side, wrap an arm around her waist possessive “anyone still voting exile after that can try taking me themselves”

I grew up with two parents and they both sucked. Honestly, I was a free spirit and I liked it that way. Tillie was the only partner I needed and she treated my daughter almost like she was her own. Whenever I wanted to be impulsive she was there to make sure my daughter was cared for. Like the time I stole this asshole’s motorcycle and drove to Vegas for the weekend. Or the time my friend invited me to come along as her plus one to this rich guy’s yacht party last minute. The only catch was that we had to be topless the whole time, it was worth it. “Mommy!” Aaliyah shouted, bringing me back to reality.

PARIS's POV "you have become a tyrant ruler, jailing and unjailing as you, please. Who gave you such boldness?" my mother said with a sneer, "tyrant ruler? Really, mother? If you could simply put things this way. For a moment, just a moment, see Ember as your daughter. Think that, it is indeed your daughter who is being stomped and mistreated. Your daughter who is being attacked and treated as less than something. Just for a moment, let your maternal side tilt toward that direction."

The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening. "Mom, I want to change my last name," Lyra suddenly said. I was taken aback. "Change your last name?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't want to be a Dwyer anymore. I want to have the same last name as you and Grandma Raina." "But why?" "Because I'm your daughter. Dad may have given me half of my bloodline, but you gave me my entire life. It was true in our previous lives, and it's true in this one too."

But from the time I was kidnapped, my sleeping and waking up schedules had been disturbed but right now, they were the least of my concerns. I got up from the couch and walked towards the flat screen to turn it off. Everything seemed too quiet after that. I wondered if anyone was awake this late. With still no sign of tiredness or sleepiness, I decided to look around the mansion. No one was going to stop me anyways. In their eyes, I was the daughter of a very powerful and rich man who owned all of this.

He was indeed utterly and completely finished and there was no way out now. Well… except for one… Her. For the first time in his miserable, pathetic life, Duncan Ryder is left completely and totally helpless, with no choice but to crawl to the daughter he had abandoned, the daughter he had mercilessly tortured and used for his selfish gains, the daughter he only now discovered that she's actually his one and only true biological child; Katrina Jacqueline Ryder. His only true biological daughter and also the rightful heir to the company he and Emily usurped. The only one, who according to the man who orchestrated his downfall, held the keys to his salvation...

"Send them to their respective houses and keep a close eye on them. I think killing them won't be that much fun. Rather Tyler should live the life just watching her daughter being a slave to me and my people." Leonard's last word brought a separate sort of fear through Tyler's body. He knew exactly that her daughter had Alpha blood but she had no wolf in her. That means she was just a fragile human being. If Leonard would come down to his real torturous methods Iris won't survive. "Dad......" Iris screamed for the last time when she saw her father and Jeremy being dragged away from there. The mere thought of not seeing her father stabbed her heart brutally. Her cries didn't stop as she kept

No one had ever escaped from its territory once they set foot in the southern hemisphere. The Demon King was in a bad shape after coming home from the Underworld, so his son became the regent for years now. "Last but not least, the immortal prince." Nilenia smiled widely. "Xander?" She pouted. Alexander was the Vampire Prince who always teased her when she was young. Her father introduced her to some kids after ten years of isolation. Xander was one of them. "That's your four prince charming. I heard a lot was interested, but father and the elders chose the best. So it's down to four. What can you say?"

One look in his eyes the first day we met and I was mermerized. Being the sole heir to Jagex, one of the biggest oil producing companies in the whole of united state and also the owner of Fredo_ a fashion company, I couldn't help but call myself lucky to have someone like him. He was a kind of luck not all girl where fortunate to have. But he was still that same luck that turned into a nightmare after years of his disappearance. “Let’s get you ready for school honey” I smiled at her as I cupped her chin, but instead of smiling back, her face fell into a frown.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.