Taming The Tycoon Novels & Stories

He was trying to pack a vase that didn't belong to me. This house held memories. I wondered what kind of apartment Tyson has. As the king of werewolves, he must have a really huge mansion. Even some Alphas have their own mansions apart from their pack house. Tyson was very rich. A multi-millionaire. He owned different businesses and estates. "Mummy!" I heard Tak call out my name. I quickly went to his room. His music box was open on the floor. It was broken. Tak looked at me with tears in his eyes.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

“Ugh. I don’t want to. This is personal.” “I’ll sit quietly.” “No, you won’t.” “I’ll try.” Jamie groaned loudly, like the universe was punishing her. “Fine. But no complaining. And no screaming. And if you embarrass me, I will actually abandon you on the road.” Jasmine gave a tiny smile. “Deal.” They got into Jamie’s cute black SUV, the interior smelling like expensive perfume and vanilla, it was the only valuable item Jamie had, and she had saved up for 1 year to get that car.

He stuck his tongue against his teeth, looking like a fierce beast salivating over its prey. "You should go to work. You're going to be late." Heather was blushing all over. Wasn't he a workaholic? "I can afford to skip a day of work without Elkin Group going bankrupt," Tyrone said casually. "But—ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, Tyrone suddenly lifted her up, as if holding a child, and forcefully spread her legs open, holding them against his waist. He commanded domineeringly, "Hold onto me tight."

He still can't understand why his own uncle attacked him like that. Does he know Kes’ true nature? No. Ty refuses to believe he already found out. The male has no interest in any female other than Madison Marlowe. Ty is embarrassed to complain to his dad or any one else. There's the issue of the beast whom they should be making sure to catch before another pack does. Sniffing out the creature would be a piece of cake once Kerris is under his control. It's 06:30 pm now. Curtis should call any minute with the information he's waiting for.

The black SUV car screeched down the street, the tires clutching the asphalt floor as if running away from its shadows. Ellen palm clammed against the leather seat as her heart beat wildly against her chest, like a warning drum. Century Center seemed not far anymore and the mansion loomed elegant, massive and untouchable, showing a fortress of Ivan’s tyranny. And very soon, they got to the mansion. The big black gate opened and the car quickly passed through it and arrived at the front of the mansion.

"What happens to the billionaire tycoon when there are no more corporate dynasties left to dismantle?" Marcus’s lips curved into a slow, dark smile that made my pulse quicken, a look of pure, unadulterated devotion that was reserved for me alone. He leaned down, his breath warm against my lips. "The tycoon focuses entirely on his kingdom," he whispered, his long fingers moving up to cradle the back of my neck, his thumb tracing the soft skin behind my ear. "Wealth is nothing but dry dust, Jessica, unless it is used to build a fortress for the woman who holds my soul. My future isn't in the trading floors or the credit registries anymore. It’s right here, in the empire we created, watching ou

She stared deadly at the other party with malice and hatred; she did not at all see this coming, that this Young Master Hunt was a shameless b*stard! “Shameless b*stard?” Tyrell chuckled loud again. “What’s so shameless about me? Even if I kill all geniuses of the Cabello family, it’s still within the rules of the tournament. But, I won’t kill you now, I still want to have some fun with you. I’ll keep you with me, and when we go out to public places, I’ll show everyone that the Three Golden Flowers are my women!” Tyrell’s eyes were covered with madness. “If the three of you carried my babies in the future, that would be even better! Maybe, by that time, each of you heavily pregnant with a ba

Even though I knew that I could have burnt under its flames, I still wanted to proceed forward boldly. Why did his presence mess up my thoughts? I had no answer for that but I only could assume that I was loosing my motives miserably. I swallowed a mouthful saliva and replied muttering nervously, " I.. I like wild beasts but don't like to tame them." He responded lowering down his voice sensually kept his eyes glued on my quivering lips, " Try it! It's fun to tame wild beasts. Would you?" My eyes dialeted slightly without noticing the main point that his face was leaning down towards me gradually.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”