The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant Novels & Stories

“Unbelievable! Tell me, where did she come from? She couldn’t have had a good upbringing if she’s that rude." His yelling echoed in the conference room, and even his people dared not breathe. Some were subtly signaling to me not to confront him. I sneered as Nelson did not scare me. I just didn’t think his methods were right. He had become a tyrant in Bourdamun, believing he owned everything. "You’re a classic example of an uneducated person!" I retorted, turning his words against him. I had seen through Nelson. The more respect someone showed him, the more arrogant he became. He was convinced that he was right and that he could control everything.

I find myself saying before I can stop myself. Tyler looks at me,a smirk evident on his face as he opens his mouth, "Get used to it,nerd" he says. "I'm not a nerd!" I tell him. "That's what all nerds say" he shrugs as he takes more gulps from the bottle. "Well I'm not one of them,why would you even think that?" I ask, feeling offended. I hate when people call me a nerd. "Because you're a nerd. End of discussion" He says,pulling his body off the fridge. He opens the fridge and places the nearly empty bottle back into the fridge.

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

She was clinging to me… me, not him. For the first time, I felt it. Control. Leverage. Everything I’d wanted. She was finally scared of Thorne. And that bastard couldn’t protect her from himself. I stood slowly, squaring my shoulders, and left the room. The hallway felt suffocating, thick with tension as I spotted Thorne Weston, the so-called mafia tyrant, leaning against the wall like he’d just staggered out of a war. His knuckles were bloodied from where he must’ve punched something, his eyes wild, jaw trembling like he was holding himself together with broken glass.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

Don Luciano stutters. Hearing the last word, all the fight leaves my body. I am being sent away, given as a gift to Don Agosti, the tyrant whose stories, legends and lore only scream of a devil. I am doomed.

They planned to take their time torturing him and teach him a lesson on just what the four Nichetown princes were capable of. It would be when he starts begging remorsefully that they would consider whether they wished to spare his life. Tyler looked nothing but smug as well. This bastard had also angered the four Nichetown princes, and he was done for. He was going to be destroyed in no time, and Tyler would get to be closer to the four princes because of this. It was truly a wonderful turn of events for him. The next second, however, a terrifying pressure exploded out of Ryder that made them suffocate.