Novel & Cerita Tarnished Tyrant

Inexplicably, cold sweat seeped from his back. "I'm sorry, Casey." After a long time, Lin Yilan suppressed her surging disgust and apologized to her friend in a low voice. Feelings of gloom and self-contempt surrounded her. "I know it has nothing to do with you, but this is really too much... too much... unforgivable..." Commoners offered their money and their sweat and blood to the nobles, and even had to offer their children's lives. Greedy desires knew no end. After obtaining power, wealth, fame, and fortune, those high and mighty dignitaries also wanted eternal youth. She worked for bloodsuckers, yet her gun was pointed at the weak who were insulted and harmed...

The world had not allowed it. Jealousy burned hotter, edged now with something far more corrosive. Something hot and hollow opened in his chest. Desire, yes. Envy, of course. But also something worse. Recognition. He no longer appeared like the tyrant Caelum had served. Not the executioner who taught obedience through fire and shadow. He was just a broken-hearted king who chose annihilation over the slow endurance of loss, now holding someone as if the act itself could be atonement.

"A tyrant! You think you know everything, but you don't know a damn thing about what it means to care about someone without using them!" "Care?" he laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. "Is that what you call it? Because all I see is a reckless fool who almost got herself and her friend killed because she couldn't follow a damn order!" He stepped closer, until we were practically nose to nose, our chests heaving, breathing each other's furious breaths. The air between us was thick, charged with the lingering smell of gunpowder and the raw, electric energy of our rage. "You're a liability, Aryn," he whispered, his voice low, venomous. "A dangerous, beautiful liability."

I could have died… ‘But…’ I began. ‘But what?’ Tyr interrupted, seemingly not caring for what I had to say. ‘You were an embaressment yesterday. You were nasty to our mate. Then you were choosing to be with any she-wolf other than the one chosen for us. Any wolf than our fated. That is sacrilege You know how I feel about this. Seren is the one meant for us. Not the others you chose to warm your bed. So no, I did not look after you. I checked out for the evening. Left you to creat whatever mayhem you decided to. I did not want to witness you and your shit ways. And, now it seemed you suffered because of it.’ Tyr chuckled, like he found himself highly amusing. He also seemed to hold no sympath

Bourbon looked at her and I noticed Tyron's perfectly-shaped eyebrow raise in question. He is curious. Damn it. If this keeps us, Valerie is going to be in danger. Tyron is nothing but an egotistical bastard who always tried to make my life miserable. His name suits him perfectly wel, being a tryant and good at nothing else but to terrorize people around him.

Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony. The rumors about Giselle were a smokescreen. A story I crafted so I could walk through the one door in the entire North that I needed to open. The night of the Blood Moon finally came. Torin led his men into the quarters, heading straight for the third row, seventh room. The moment he pushed the door open, a scent hit him. It was an indescribable aroma—delicate and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. Most importantly, it was a scent that made his own wolf spirit tremble.

I had one chance to make my mark and I was going to take it. The pack was on a hunt for the rare and powerful Firebird, a creature of legend. I had trained for this moment for months. I was ready. My father gave me the honor of leading the hunt. I was elated and terrified at the same time. I knew this was a big responsibility, but I was determined to succeed. I called out the orders, and the pack followed my commands. We spread out, searching for any sign of the Firebird. I was in the front, my heart pounding in my chest as I ran through the forest.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

I wonder how they cope with their studies after keeping up with all these humiliations and fights of power as students. “What punishment would be best for you? Maybe sacking you from your duty since you chose to protect and defend who I hate…” The Prince remarked, and Tyrion fell to his knees. It's obvious he was holding back because he knew he offended the Prince. Tyrion, right from childhood, isn't the type that tolerates trash from anyone. “What is it? Scared to lose your job but not scared of me?” Tyrion shook his head. “Pardon my foolishness and give me a second chance to redeem myself.” he heaved deeply and lifted his face. “I started everything, so allow me to end it.”