Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

"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

My eyes clouded in rage, and I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her up to meet my cold eyes, “you’re a murderer. You walk around like everything is fine and convince yourself that you played no part in all those people dying. You’re probably thinking right now that it was all his fault, if he didn’t force you into this life, you wouldn’t be the way you are now but guess what. This is what you are, who you are. You’re a psychopathic murderer who’ve killed thousands and tortured thousands and all you could say was that you didn’t want to be this way? You’re pathetic.” Her eyes were wide open in shock as she stared at me in fear, recognition flickering within her gaze, “you… you’re a survi

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

Alaric, the tyrant king, stood tall and proud, his piercing gaze cutting through her like a blade. "Your Majesty," she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to hold back tears. "Please have mercy... I am pregnant with your child..." Alaric's expression was a mask of indifference. He clenched his jaw as the tension radiated off him like heat from a forge. "Do you take me for a fool, Rosalind?" he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "You expect me to believe that you—of all people—would bear my child? The daughter of a fallen noble, reduced to a mere plaything in my court?"

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

I had made up my mind to kill my father last night after Dante’s taunting words came back to me. /“Might as well not fight it, cuore mio, your father gave his blessing for me to ruin you.”/ I was going to be brave about it and take over from my father; his death would mean my ascension. Now I’ve become Queen of my father’s dynasty; a Mafia Queen with no idea how to rule. When I step into the blistering hot shower without even bothering to regulate the temperature, the resolve leaves my body and I drop to the floor. I feel myself shattering into a thousand little pieces while watching the blood wash from my skin. I truly have become a monster.

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

One of the men speaks up “He is a tyrant, our parents thought he had abandoned the pack and then a few months ago, he started making appearances. Telling us that it was his time” None of the words he was saying made sense, if it were true why had I not heard anything until now. I had more questions, it did not make sense as to why he was trying to kill his daughter if he wanted to be Alpha again. I decided to be tell the truth “Damon is in our dungeon” The three strangers all breathed a sigh of relief “And his daughter?” the female asked

After all, they're our enemy. "What did a tyrant's daughter wants?" sumeryoso naman ang mukha nito, Balik na tanong nito. 'Of course to kill you bastard viscount, it's the reason why I'm still living after all' Tumingin ako sa mga labi nito sandali bago ko inangat ang paningin ko para matitigan ko ang mga asul na mga mata nito. He really has beautiful eyes. "It's beautiful." mahinang naiusal ko. I can't help it but to burst it out.