Novel & Cerita The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant

“If I was the tyrant I wouldn’t be bringing you those terrible hospital cookies every Tuesday. I’d make you eat kale or something evil.” “See? That’s exactly what a tyrant would say,” I shoot back and we both end up laughing so hard the nurse comes in to check if we’re okay. After a full year of recovery I’m finally out of the hospital and staying in a small apartment Elias helped set up. We’re sitting on the couch one evening when he gets all nervous and pulls out a little box.

Soon the mesmerising laughter died out and the man heaved shamelessly in front of the now, completely embarrassed Alexis. "You're a tyrant." She coldly said, shocking everyone else on the table except, of course, the emperor. "How dare a plebeian like you call me such!" Alexis couldn't tell if he was mad or just saying it because he was used to it. "What is that word? What does it mean?" She was fed up with this King. 'What a clown!'

They do what they want and justify it with whatever bullshit they can come up with. Darragh’s not paying attention to what Lenox’s spouting. He’s priming himself. “Where is that weak female you were so keen to mount?” His voice drips with scorn. “The Mercenary. The Haunt of the Hill.” He snorts. “It was too fucking easy. Just dangle some pussy.” He glances into the surrounding trees. It’s his last mistake. Darragh leaps for him, slamming him to the ground, pinning him down with his weight, an arm across Lenox’s chest. And then my mate rips off Lenox’s jaw and tosses it. It hits a tree trunk with a thunk.

No one dared bid higher. “Sold,” the auctioneer finally said, his voice trembling. I won. But this wasn’t an ordinary victory. Strangely, I felt satisfied. Deeply satisfied to the point that even I was confused by how happy I felt. I lifted my head and saw Nick as the bulletproof glass was removed. He stopped right in front of me, looking me up and down without expression. He wasn’t afraid. He didn’t thank me. This child calculated everything. “You’re mine,” I said.

“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.

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.