Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

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?"

Some truths were too large for comfort, too sharp for reassurance. Alexander closed his eyes and saw Parsul again—not the laughing bride catching snowflakes, but the woman she'd become. Beautiful, brilliant, stubborn as winter stone. The woman who'd chosen love over empire, motherhood over power. The woman who'd died for those choices. His daughter had her mother's eyes, her mother's fierce intelligence, her mother's dangerous capacity in beliving she could trust her people, too deeply, too completely. And if he wasn't careful—if he didn't act soon—she might also inherit her mother's fate.

She will going to obey her father's order. "Arthuriz, I don't think so we're in right to teach our daughter to take revenge, let's go somewhere else and started to build our new life peacefully," Alba said because actually she disagree but she can do nothing. "No,! our daughter's will kill our mortal Enemy until I breathe upon this universe I won't let them free and since I can't do anything Albania our daughter's will be taking over she will gonna kill that bastard who hurt her, and destroy our lives," he said and she just crossed her arms on her chest.

......... Evaki ......... I eventually calm down, and Tory helps me get ready. When I’m done, we head to her room so she can get ready, too. She and Anton also don’t share a room. I was surprised to find out that Tory is a royal. I never knew that. She told me her father is a prince, but he never wanted that life. So, he moved halfway across the world. Tory's grandfather died when her father was still very young, but unlike Paris’s father, who took over even though still young, her father gave the throne to his uncle to hold for him.

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.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

On the day the Cassel Group brought down Vendrake, Lysander Holt was there to save Vendrake from ruin. Clarisse entered the room, her face pale but burning with determination. “Mr. Holt,” she said, her voice low and tense. The man narrowed his eyes, observing Clarisse from head to toe. “The adopted daughter of the Vendrake family,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’ve caused quite a mess.” “Too many people want to bring me down,” Clarisse replied coldly. “I need allies.” Lysander chuckled briefly. “Of course. After the evidence of Alexander’s terror leaked and your status as an adopted child spread throughout the black market... you don’t have many places to hide.”