Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

The words hit like daggers, but she spoke them with such softness, such composure, that they almost sounded like advice. “Do you know what it takes to survive in this world?” she continued, circling me like a viper. “To stand beside powerful men? It’s not strength. It’s compliance. It’s knowing when to smile and when to kneel. That’s what I’m teaching you. What I’ve always tried to teach you. But you mistake survival for cruelty.” “Survival?” I repeated, disgust thick in my throat. “You call selling your daughter survival?” “I call it strategy.” Her tone sharpened, though her smile remained intact. “I call it doing what must be done so that we remain in power. Do you think your father could

I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth in frustration. She was Santino Bruno's daughter, and that man was the definition of scum. He'd left a trail of destruction in his wake, raping, assaulting, and snuffing out the lives of countless women. He had no conscience, no boundaries to his depravity. It was a damn miracle that she'd managed to survive in our world this long. I thought that a daughter of a man like that would've either ended up six feet under or sold off to the highest bidder ages ago. "My parents invited us to their home..." I said, watching her reaction as she flinched. Her gaze locked with mine through the mirror, her expression one of disbelief.

“Say it!” Eryk closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands gripping her shoulders with desperate intensity. “Yes!” His voice thundered through the room. “You are the daughter of the Blood Queen. The last living heir of a dynasty that nearly burned this world to ashes.” Blue staggered back as if the words had struck her physically. The Blood Queen—the name she’d heard whispered like a curse, the monster mothers warned their pups about. A queen whose hunger for power had drenched kingdoms in blood.

“Just go straight to checking why my Luna keeps transforming.” “I’m not bowing to you, Your Majesty. I’m bowing to the Mother Witch.” At first, her words made no sense. But then only Aldrich and I were here… so she was referring to me?! “Who is the Mother Witch?!” My eyes widened as I hit my chest hard, as if that would somehow deny the truth unfolding before me. “Me?!” “Yes, Your Highness,” she answered firmly. “You are the last surviving daughter of the Umbra Claw Pack, which the late king burned down. You have reclaimed the powers of your ancestors, and now you are here to destroy those who burned down your world.”

If the family had to be compensated, so be it. Tyr probably wouldn’t be rushed into anything and had resumed his liaison with Liv. If that bore fruit, he hoped the child would be female. They tended to be loyal to a fault in his experience and unlikely to stake a claim to what wasn’t rightfully theirs. That was what made Miriam such a conundrum. Why did she want to sacrifice herself for the kingdom which had wronged her in so many ways? She was the younger daughter and would not have been groomed to rule, only to support and not do anything to harm its reputation. In an ideal world.

Tyrone was right, she should have just stuck to Damon who had given her more than enough money for having Daira even though he didn't want her initially. She could have been living lavishly but no she was greedy and wanted more power! Having grown up in an orphanage, she had always wanted all the good things of life and when she got it she wanted more and it had finally led to her demise. With that thought, she buried her head into her legs and broke down in tears. Her daughter would still be alive had she not targeted Tyrone and who knew, she could have found a man and had more children but now, none of that was happening.

"We are dead, Irina. Do you not understand that? Aldric will skin us alive. He will mount our heads on the palace walls. The girl played us." "What the fuck are you whining about?" I shot back. I reached down and smoothed my heavy skirts back into place, covering my bare legs. "The girl adapted. You are sitting here crying like a whipped dog." "She is a feral animal!" Torin shouted, his voice cracking with hysteria. "She spread her legs for that beast in front of a thousand people. She isn't your daughter anymore. She won't help us." "She will do exactly what I tell her to do," I said coldly. * * *

"It seems like your family isn't exactly thrilled to have me here. This entire place is filled with junk. Are you trying to humiliate me or something? Don't make me call my dad later." We'd planned this out. I was posing as the daughter of one of his business partners. That way, his family would take me seriously. Calvin turned to Mrs. Hearth. "What's going on, Mom? Didn't I already tell you to stop bringing junk into the house?" "What do you mean by junk? All of this can be sold for money! They're valuable! You young people just don't understand how to save," she muttered, sounding aggrieved. "Call someone to clean this place up. I'm not spending New Year's in a garbage dump!" I pulled out

"You want me to kill the Alpha King Damien so you can take his throne? " "Shut up your mouth. Need I remind you that you are alive because I saved you that day? If anyone finds out your real identity as the tyrant Alpha Adios' daughter you will be dead or thrown into a worst place than Blackway prison. So you better don't get any ideas. Alpha King Damien will kill you if you ever tell him your true identity. Thanks to me everyone thought you are dead like your family." ***

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau