Novel & Cerita Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant

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.

Ty nodded and pulled me by my hair, and I started to scream and kick him. “Get your filthy hands off me.” “Ty, be nice I need her the same way I give girls to you. Remember, she is new, ” he said, looking back at his screen, “Oh before you go. Make sure someone breaks Julian’s legs,” he said as if it was a normal thing to say. “Wait, No. I hate Julian for using me, but you can’t do that.” Ty released his hand and pointed at my bag and shoes. “Grab your things forty-eight hours is not enough for what I want to do with you,” he raised an eyebrow licking his lips.

This old guy will never, NEVER, get Ty! “Not happening.” Finlay shrugs again, turns around, leaning on the bars with his back, moving his hands like he has an invisible yo-yo and he’s walking the dog and shat. “Then I guess you are going to give him no choice but to wage war and destruction on all of us. He won’t stop, he will set fire to the world to get Ty. You don’t want to hand her over, then all the blood will be on your hands. Think you can ‘out thy damn spot’ enough to live with that on your conscience?”

Tyler said. "I'm going to hang up now, sort your problems out or knock yourself to the reality that he doesn't want to have anything to do with you, I'm your friend, I want the best for you and you know that but I'll love it if you brace yourself for the disappointment you might face if you think your wishes would come to pass," Tyler said before hanging up. Valerie didn't listen to Tyler's advice, she felt Tyler was being negative so she got up, faced the window to see the bright shiny moon, and made three wishes before she went back to bed and fell asleep. ***

"Evelyn, life isn't a fairy tale. Love won't quench your thirst or put food on the table. It won't give you security or take your kids to school. Love won't buy you the latest fashion or shelter you from the storm—love doesn’t do any of that. It is just a twisted illusion, Bella Dona. It clouds our judgment, fucks with our minds, makes us settle for less, and fills our heads with doubts. Love ruins us—it's in its nature. And you, you should destroy it before it destroys you. I may not offer you love, but I can offer you everything it promises. You wouldn't even know the difference unless I told you." "You know what, Tyler? I pity you," I scoffed. "Your twisted perspective will lead to your d

But how would I arrange it? The princess could easily become an angel, too good for the sinful earth, and I needed Rudolph to drain the cup of bitterness to the dregs, filling him with shame. Plus, the more dirt revealed about the previous ruler, the cleaner the next one seemed. That’s politics for you. Whomever would replace a tyrant and a despot, they would enjoy mass adoration at first. For me, that was of utmost importance. So, what should I do? That question tormented me incessantly, but not for long—right until the day when Ruthina launched an offensive.

“Is that a challenge, Freddie?” Frederick shrugged. “I guess it is.” The Alpha smirked. “I was bored. It is high time for a wolf hunt. I guess I should reward you for the idea.” “Just fulfill a wish of mine.” The old man said without missing a beat. “What is it?” “Give me unlimited rights to advise you.” He said. Reagan snorted, thinking for a moment, and then nodded. “Sure, you can have it. But remember, you will advise does not mean that I will follow it.”

“All I know is that you can’t hide this for long. No secrets can stay a secret forever.” “Perhaps this secret would be the first.” “Don’t be naive. For all we know, he could be launching a continent-wide search for you already.” I stiffened a little at the prospect. “He wouldn’t. Why would he? I have made myself clear by leaving him. Besides, a search for me would waste his resources when he has human kingdoms to pillage and people to subjugate.” “He will, if he finds a way for you to become a valuable pawn for his cause. You can become his bargaining chip to exert control over the Peacemakers or something like that.”

"Look Tyson, I'm not smiling at the rubbish stunt you just pulled earlier on, if Zenevieva was punished and I was suspended from my duties for even a day, I would make sure you counted your teeth with your tongue and strip you out of royalty." I smirked. "Jealousy much? It's not my fault you're not from royal blood to lust after my position. The truth remains stagnant, you will always be under me and Zenevieva will remain mine!" He chuckled. "You're so bipolar! You claim her now, you push her to the grave tomorrow. Tyler, recommended a nearest psychiatrist for your King, you might lose the position of your Beta once he goes crazy. His mum likes me, she wouldn't mind me taking his place!!"

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."