Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

She looks so worried and problematic when I see her unable to stay still and calm, she looks so restless while thinking of a way to get me out of here. And there, I have thought of something. Something so spectacular, this may sound so dramatic but feels so right at the same time. Should I just give up and stop loving Tyron? Should I now stop fighting how I feel for him? I think Tyron is just waiting for me to give up on our relationship. It's now visible why he is doing this to me because he wants me to leave him. He wants me to surrender him. He wants me to free him. He wants me to cut our strings.

His eyes watered as he said, “I don’t want my child growing up under the rule of a king like Owen.” I clenched my teeth as his words pulled on my heartstrings. “Owen’s demise is inevitable,” Tyron whispered. “But if his rule ends without a leader ready to step up and take his place, the country will descend into chaos. And the longer you wait to take him down, the longer you have to stay separated from your mate.” I huffed, refusing to meet Tyron’s eyes. He had excellent points that I couldn’t argue against. I was starting to worry that if I didn’t go after the crown I had spent my life rejecting, that I would never see my alari again.

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

"Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother." "What else then? Flowers, piece, rainbow and sunshine!? Open your eyes! It's only people like us on the top that survive, that are worthy of the world! Not some lower-class rats!" "So you think Sara isn't worthy of my name, tried to separate us countless of times to make sure Eleanor and I got back together?" "God yes - do I need to spell it out for you?!" "Over my dead body will I ever return to Eleanor and you know that yourself - so get that thought out of your head before I get the police involved."

“If I try to be gentle, he will call me a hypocrite and tell me to let him go if I truly care for him.” He was paralyzed by the fear that any move he made would only lead back to the one outcome he couldn't accept. Tyler and Brandon suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for the most powerful wolf in Valeria. Ethan was superior to Charlie Whitaker in every metric, but his personal life was a chaotic blizzard. At the end of the day, he simply had zero experience in the dance of courtship. “In that case, don't ask for permission—just act,” Tyler suggested. “Get him some jewelry. Every wolf loves the shine of precious metals.”

Tyrant thought for a while and said, “Ask for all the identities of these people and ask for ransoms according to their family’s situation, let’s just say half of their family’s property. As for the citizens of the two major empires, just take some money from them as a token. You can have your pick from among the ones who refuse to pay, and you can throw the rest into the pond to feed the piranhas.” Captain Tyrant had made the final decision and no one raised any objections.

she answered. “What?!” “Yeah, he was insisting that he wanted to take me home,” “Good thing, you didn’t let him take you home, that would have blown your cover,” “What are you going to do about the crush he has for you? Do you feel anything towards him?” Rockwell asked. “Hell no! I am not attracted to him one bit,” “OK, but I think we could use that to our advantage don’t you think?” “In what way sir?” “I mean you could pretend to like him so you could get to close to him, that way we would get the company’s ownership document quickly,” Rockwell explained.

These defiant lot needed to learn a thing or two about trying to overthrow a system. You get one strike, and then it’s the King’s turn. I found a clearing and parked the truck. I opened the back of the truck where they lay pitiful and in chains. “Out! All of you.” I watched them bump into each other trying to get out of the truck quickly. Good. Their spirits were beat, this would be easy. I broke off their chains. They won’t be needing it. “You all think you can embarrass me, and still have me drive you back home. Me!? Look at me.” I ordered.

His throne. But, he, for one night, felt no bitterness at all. And spent it in a soothing embrace. He smiled as he recalled it, knowing it might’ve been the only occasion. Emilia noticed it and gave a soft sigh in return. She knew things had to be done when she came here, but she didn’t expect this much. Another task appeared on the list. Have the fake fairy fall in love with the Tyrant Emperor. Alexis had bathed and ate her breakfast slowly, not feeling rushed at the usual sight of Hector in the garden which obviously wasn’t a thing anymore. She didn’t know when her lessons with Emilia might start, but she knew she had some free time before then.