Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

I asked, staring bleakly at him. "It was a top secret between I and the Late king. I thought we had them all destroyed," Tyler replied. I sensed the worry in his voice but I found it hard to believe he had nothing to do with it. "Apparently, they weren't. We have to find a way. Fenrir wants me to step down and hand over the position. But I'm so sure his rule will never favor us. We've lost a lot of our warriors to the Vampire Lord. I don't care how but you must find a way to get that document out of his hands," I spat angrily, pacing around the room.

She stood up and went inside her room. She threw herself on the bed, she cried everything she should cry, she thought about being betrayed and thought about Mr. Leo, She got angrier and more angry. What will I do with the man? He is so different from me. He has avoided it as a person. "a damn tyrant". She shouted and soaked her face on the pillow.

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

“That’s just a construct. She’s the daughter of the man that ruined us, this is the nicest thing I’d ever done for a slave!” “No! This is you destroying things as you always do!” He yelled angrily. “You’re not going to do that, not with her or anyone.” “And you’re going to stop me?” I growled, low and menacing. Kairel stepped forward, killing the distance between us. “By all means necessary, brother. How are you becoming more beast than man?” “This beast is the reason over five thousand people sleep with both eyes closed. Watch what you say to me.” Kairel snickered. “Also, the reason why more than five thousand people don’t have a roof over their heads. This is tyranny. This leadership is in

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

Tyrant asked, he was confused about what I had decided to do. “No. I will drug her. Daniel is going to help me. I will drug her and sleep with her.” I sighed. Tyrant chuckled. “You speak like a pschopath. First off you left her to attend to family issues, now you wanna get her pregnant? You've got to be joking.” “No, god, Tyrant you are not getting the point. I love her. I love her so much, I can't imagine another man getting his hands on her and do you think she would wanna open up to another man?”

She seduced him and true to her words,she paid him handsomely. In kind and in cash. He only wanted to take a bit from her free offer. But he couldn't bring himself to stop going for it, he did again and again, he kept plunging into her as often as she opened her slippery V for him. In Middletown City, in the dead of the night, Tarvan was awakened by the agonising scream from his first concubine and next, there was a hasty banging on the door of his chamber. "Your highness, Clarion is dying…" she screamed.

The boredom vanished from his face, replaced by a razor-sharp intensity. "Careful," he warned. "That sounds like treason." "It's only treason if we lose," Vespera replied. She looked him dead in the eye. "Marry me, Cyprian. Give me your sword, and I will give you the strategies to win. I will make you Emperor." The music swelled—a waltz. Cyprian looked at the girl in red. He saw the fire in her. He saw the madness. He set his goblet down.

"Enslaving them would not only send a message across but it would also be a display of your mercy.” “Mercy?” he asked, arching a brow. I nodded. “A merciful king can be loved. A tyrant cannot. You’ll win the hearts of your subjects and instill fear in your enemies simultaneously. Think about it.” He pulled me close to him but there was a thoughtful expression on his face. I stared up at him with hope. If he took the bait, all of this was worth it. I focused on that rather than on how fast my heart was beating and how my body sang when he touched me. It was easier to focus on my goal than on this.

He desperately wanted to refute Kiara's accusations, but he couldn't think of anything he could say. "When I went abroad to get married, you kept thinking about me. But now that Stephanie has dumped you, you're pining after her!" Kiara sneered as she jabbed Tyler in the chest. "Do you think you love her or me? Well, you'd be wrong, Tyler. You don't love anyone. You're just someone who always wants what he can't have. You just can't accept that you're the one who got dumped!" "You shut your mouth!" Tyler roared.