Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

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."

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

"You think you're all and big as they call you. Because you win every battle and kill innocent blood. You are nothing, just a piece of shit that will go back to sand when the day comes." "Whack!" The slap came with a heavy force and she fell on the floor. The slap was too hard, too strong that it split her lips and blood oozed. "How dare you?" He groaned, grabbing her hair and pulling it back for her to wince in pain. "You are nothing. You might have been something before but right now you're no longer a princess but a prisoner, a commoner, a perfect example of tyranny, a good-for-nothing daughter." He spat out.

Harper I don’t scream this time. I clamp my teeth down so hard on my tongue I taste metal but I stay dead quiet, backing up one slow step then another, phone still clutched in my sweaty hand and still recording because my stupid thumb won’t move off the button, and inside my head it’s all one long frantic ramble like this is it Harper this is your second chance don’t blow it don’t let him see you, don’t end up married and knocked up and stuck with Elias’s helicopter hovering for the rest of your life just get behind that tree and disappear and maybe this time you wake up single in a normal apartment with no ring and no baby and no murderer husband acting like everything’s sunshine and rainbo

I asked, and he startled at my words as though he had just expected me to nod at his order. “If Envia collapses, and you are its Queen, you will belong to the person whose power you fell by. That is an unspoken rule. Any interference would mean war.” He said, “However if the nation you fell to hangs your corpse at its borders, won’t the countries you once aided feel strongly at your poor fate?” “Your concubine's father was a kind man. All love kind people; thus, their loss felt by many.” Is that life advice because many celebrated my death? The King wasn’t kind, neither was Neiwei…in his last days; all he did was go on rampages. The King himself was a tyrant. So…

Even now, he was still making excuses. "Alpha Joric," my voice was soft, but it carried through the silent hall, "I've heard enough of your explanations." "No, listen to me," he said, taking a desperate step forward. "I can dissolve my alliances. I can give up my treaties with other packs. I'll give up anything, just give me a chance… a chance to start over." A cold laugh escaped my lips. "What do you think this is, Joric? A business negotiation? In our world, choices are final, Joric. You made yours. And as it turns out, fate made mine for me."