Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

“I will not bend the knee to a monster who thinks the entire continent belongs to him!” I stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then I spoke again, my voice deceptively soft. “Any logical reason why you believe you can defy me and survive?” The young Alpha laughed bitterly. “Because the age of tyrants is ending. You’ve grown weak, Zarkov. Distracted by that whore you dragged from Blackthorn. The packs whisper that the great Tyrant has lost his edge. That he now plays house instead of ruling with blood and fear.”

They fell by choice—by walking straight into the trap they swore they'd never step in. And Norman King, with his arrogance and his need to win, was slowly headed exactly where she wanted him. Right into the pit she was digging for him.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

The instant Albrey’s eyes land on the call interface, the caller turns out to be the person he expects it to be—Alexander. Albrey’s finger swipes the receive button and picks up the call. “Do you like my gift?” Alexander’s taunting voice drifts from the other end of the phone. “Payback,” he finalizes with a cold declaration. Suddenly, Alexander’s mischievous chuckle drifts from the other end. “That little lover of yours is pretty interesting…” “If you dare touch him, I’ll cripple you and your entire empire.” Albrey declares coldly, a cold and ruthless aura bursting out of him and his expression freezing.

There was no other choice. I had always feared that if he ever ascended to power, he would become a tyrant, a leader driven by his own desires rather than the needs of his people—and, sadly, he had proven me right. He had dragged his army across the land, hunting me into vampire territory for his own selfish purposes. Even after I had repeatedly told him that I didn’t want him, he refused to accept my rejection. He couldn’t bear to face it. His inability to accept the word "no" had led us here, to this dark moment.

"I'm fucking tired... Back home, the elders are skimming, pressing harder for me to consider other noble ladies or their daughters. Now, father is saying the same..." "A marriage to any of those noble ladies would cement borders and form alliances." "Every time they mention picking a chosen mate, Tyrant bared his teeth. He doesn't want another but her... our fated mate." Darius leaned back against the chair, swirling the wine in his glass. “So what exactly are you going to do?” he asked Kane. “Ignore the elders until they drag a princess into your room?” Kane shot him a flat look. “Tyrant would kill her before she even sat down.”

i said groaning, throwing my head back We had fucked twice now, but every time feels better than the last. Slowing my movements and completely pulling out of her, I slap her ass one more time. “That’s all you get” I said picking up my clothes from the floor. “What? No! Please!” She said turning to face me. “You don’t deserve to cum, not after you didn’t even want to see me” I said trying to keep up the act. I couldn’t leave her like that, I was a weak weak man. I needed her more than she needed me, I just needed to see her beg.

Women who climb that fast in the corporate world all have the same secret weapon. [You think she made VP on talent? You think she secured those investments on merit? Keep dreaming.] [That poor boss of hers. Gets cheated on and then she turns around and sues him. If that were me, I'd lose my mind.] … I read through all of them and felt no anger, only a quiet sadness. Smear campaigns had always been beneath me. Manipulating public emotion to force someone's hand was a tactic that often turned on the people who used it.

“Enough! Don’t ask questions that you aren’t prepared to deal with! Shall I continue or what?” Ty nodded. Dev nodded, but he wouldn’t look at me. Fine! “He promised me freedom. More money than I would ever need, which was the least of my desires. But most importantly, he didn’t want kids. He just needed a mate so his dad would step down as alpha. I would love to be unshackled from the goddess. There! Simple. Easy. Attractive. That is all the fucking truth you will get from me. For like a lifetime.”