Teaching The Tyrant Manners Novels & Stories

He worked her through every aftershock until she was limp and trembling, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees wide, and stared down at the glistening mess he had made of her. “Who the fuck said you could come before me?” The growl in his voice was pure threat. His eyes glowed with feral hunger as he looked at her spread open and still twitching. “So greedy for your own pleasure,” he said, smiling like a predator. He dragged two glistening fingers up her slit and pushed them back inside, slow and deep. “We’re just getting started, little rabbit. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to come… and I still might not let you.”

No fucking way. Asshole was clearly used to getting his way, having everyone cower before him, and exerting his ridiculous self-proclaimed authority over people. I did not know him personally, but I knew his kind very well. Tyrants were tyrants. Bitches were bitches. It did not matter if he had ridiculous abilities that should have been impossible. I would never give into him no matter what he chose to do with me. He could try and break me all he wanted because he would never succeed. “Tell me what you know about yourself,” he said as he leaned back on his hands.

“Unbelievable! Tell me, where did she come from? She couldn’t have had a good upbringing if she’s that rude." His yelling echoed in the conference room, and even his people dared not breathe. Some were subtly signaling to me not to confront him. I sneered as Nelson did not scare me. I just didn’t think his methods were right. He had become a tyrant in Bourdamun, believing he owned everything. "You’re a classic example of an uneducated person!" I retorted, turning his words against him. I had seen through Nelson. The more respect someone showed him, the more arrogant he became. He was convinced that he was right and that he could control everything.

I choose Randall because I adore him over any conventions or restrictions. My voice chords quivered, but I refused to let my emotions control me. Tyrone, no one, even you, has the authority to dictate what is mine. The words remained silent like a prohibited battle cry that drowned out all other noises around us. Tyrone's eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed before I delivered my determined performance. His eyes flashed with astonishment and genuine grief, which was painful to witness. The hushed awareness vanished faster than it arrived. Tyrone delivered this devastating message to me with ruthless resolve. I must establish dominance to demonstrate that I wish to take care of her like no one el

You need the discipline of a true Alpha. The managers abandoned their glasses, hanging on every word as if he were an elder at the Great Council. Another buzz from Tyler: [He’s marking his territory. He’s terrified your company is going to fail and he’s trying to teach you how to survive.] My face burned hot. Ethan suddenly reached out, his hand clamping over mine. I jerked back, nearly knocking my device over, and he released me instantly. Tyler was right; the entire lecture was aimed at my throat. The managers looked like they wanted to vanish into the floorboards.

Troy shook his palm as if reminding her to strike a deal with her. "But... Rick is not like that. I have known him from past twenty years now." Eva nodded her head in approval. "Really? Then we shall see. Its a deal." Troy grinned happily and Eva too nodded her head in approval. With much hesitation she placed her palm on hism palm and they both shook each other's hand. "Alright then. Since you are my student now I shall tell you fifty rules to win over a man. First rule.... go to a parlour." Troy instantly opened the car door and walked next to Eva's door, opening it like a perfect gentleman.

He leans in and begins to whisper. "Shall I teach you some manners? Or perhaps you can learn them ?" "I-I can l-learn them.." I manage to shudder. He hummed on my neck. "Hmm...is that so? Who's gonna teach you?" That devil. "I-I can learn them by myself " My legs were shaking. I want to push him. "Oh no, you possibly can't... I shall teach you..." His words are filled with amusement. How he can fill me with terror now. His lips touch my neck as he began to say,

As a capable assistant, Harry knew he had to be mindful of Tyler's intentions and asked, "Mister Hart, should I teach Mister Zeeland some psychological lessons or physical ones?" Psychological lessons would involve setting traps to ruin him financially, causing him extreme mental distress but sparing physical harm. Physical lessons, on the other hand, were much more straightforward and brutal. To Harry's bewilderment, Tyler said, "That won't be necessary. Visit him with a fruit basket." Harry instinctively asked, "Do you want me to poison the apples?"

"Joric played us! Let's take it out on his Omega!" A set of claws swiped at my face. Right before they could tear into my cheek, a suffocating, freezing Alpha aura flooded the tiny room. It was so overwhelming that my wolf instinctively whimpered and submitted. "Enough!" a deep, raspy voice growled, heavy with pure rage. A towering silhouette stepped in front of me, blocking the light. With just his bare arms, he shoved the Betas away like they were nothing. "The Trial doesn't mean you use her as a punching bag! Get out!"

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.