Teaching The Tyrant Manners Novels & Stories

No such luck. "Oh, you should totally have Tyler teach you!" she gushed, and I could feel her eyes on me. "He taught me. He's an amazing teacher, and he is so patient." She leaned in a little, her voice dropping, "He has such a firm grip on the wheel, you know? And he knows just how to handle a stick shift... so gentle when he's guiding your hand, but so powerful when he takes control."

A contrast to Garden City’s wild, unpredictable shape. “Prepare a diplomatic message,” Varyn said. “Express concern. Offer medical aid. Supplies. Engineers. Compassion.” “Compassion, sir?” the aide echoed. Varyn almost smiled. “Yes. Tyranny works best when it wears the mask of generosity.” He dimmed the hologram until only the growing red pulse remained. “This is not defeat,” he said softly. “This is recalibration.” He stepped back, hands clasped behind him. “They removed our eyes.”

"Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

Maybe if he got laid, he wouldn’t be so damn uptight. “I am absolutely going to forbid it from happening in public places on school grounds,” he snapped. “It’s deplorable. The young people of today have no manners. They have no morals. They need to be taught some stern life lessons.” “And you’re going to do that?” “I’m going to do all I can to impose higher standards for the young people under my care.” I rolled my eyes. “They are adults. Every single person that attends school here is an adult. The man in that picture, he looks old enough to make sound decisions.”

He was sure she was so spineless that she would come crawling back obediently by the next morning. Terence was still upset and muttered, "Dad, when will Mom be back? How can she act like this? You should spank her!" Joshua's expression turned stern as he exuded patriarchal authority. "Terence Stroud, where are your manners as a gentleman? How can you speak so crudely?" Terence clamped his mouth shut, feeling scared. He was a mischievous little tyrant in front of Winter, but with Joshua, he was a quivering mess.

Hands settled neatly at my waist. The movement was automatic. Lucien stopped. At St. Dymphna, they did not need chains or bruises to make you compliant. They used repetition. If I slouched, I stood for hours with a brass tray balanced across my forearms. If I failed to hold eye contact when instructed, they made me begin an entire etiquette sequence from the start. If my hands shook, they placed porcelain cups in them and told me not to spill a drop before dawn. Eventually the body learned faster than the mind.

"Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do." I grimaced a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That isn’t happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy. He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass."