The Taming Of A Tyrant Novels & Stories

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

“I will not let you disrupt my life!” She was a college-educated woman with a great career and good health—she refused to give the man another chance to best her. So what if she, at twenty-four years old, was completely ignorant of the opposite sex? “Should I treat him like a male cousin?” Kat wondered. She thought of her eleven cousins and quickly changed her mind…she had to work with the infuriating man not wrestle him. Sighing heavily, she grabbed the chair from her old desk. This is not defeat.

The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things. She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man. But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.

Nate looked relieved, but Richard's face was a mask of confusion. Emily could sense his surprise, but she didn't care. She was not going to commit to anything until she saw how the charity event went and got to know Richard better. And who knows, maybe she could even tame the devil himself. 'If you have a chance to be tamed, I'll definitely accept the challenge to tame you,' she thought, as she was slyly smiling at the back of her head.

** She's your only remedy** Tyrant replied. ** So you're just going to accept the moon goddess's choice of remedy for us? Kane growled... ** I just want you to sleep,so you can stop thinking and I can rest too** Tyrant muttered and Kane scoffed feeling him roll his eyes. ** What next us she going to do?** Make her our mate? ** Kane muttered.. ** I won't mind, I need my mate** Tyrant smiled... ** We are rejecting her,if she does** Kane said flatly...

Michael had fulfilled that wish. Ticked. Second on the list was to be fucked mercilessly from behind, with series of smacks to accompany the bounce of her ass. She imaged her nipples pinched and sucked by a man worthy of her, while ramming inside her missionary style. For some reasons, Tyrone didn't fit into that category, and she was grateful she listened to her inner voice. He was lean and of average height. Michael was the kind of man that knew his way around a woman's body. He had the physique of a Greek god, gifted with adroit skills characteristic of a playboy.

Before the politics and the crowns and the laws written to keep everyone exactly where they were put. We were just blood. Old blood. The kind that does not ask permission. Tyra looked up from the page. "Troy," she said. He looked at her. "She was a full vampire," she said. "Not half. Full blood. Original line." She held his gaze. "The oldest kind." Something moved through his expression. "Read that again," he said quietly. She read it again out loud. He was quiet for a long moment.

Jericho on the other hand managed to set a stance with his feet, but his right leg kept trembling under the immense pressure put on it by the mass of its body, regardless, it was prepared to fight to its death. “You two have proven yourselves as worthy opponents. Therefore, I shall no longer hold back!” The tyrant said, pulling his fingers inwards and forming a fist. The strings attached to his fingers were yanked and etches embedded onto the soul sleeve began disappearing one after the other. A Violet and black swarm of embers began covering Tyndale's body from head to toe. Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground b

He whispered and I nodded, wiping my tears and sniffing. "Why did you stop her?" Tyson stupidly asked and Tyler gasped. "You're a beast Tyson, you did it before and you would love to do it again and again right?" "That's the life they chose to live, to be useless, disgraced and massacred. It's obvious she took their genes but carries a façade to be my mate" "That's enough Tyson, you've disgraced yourself and everyone enough. Just go inside and do something else" "I'm not done with that useless rogue over there, get out of my way!"

The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich. He was powerful. Victor placed his hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy. “Starting today,” he said quietly, “you will live in this mansion.” I looked up at the magnificent building—marble walls, towering pillars, enormous gleaming windows. It looked like a palace. But even a palace is still a prison if you can’t go home. In my heart, I made a promise to Mom— I will endure. I will wait patiently while I search for a way to escape. And when Mom comes… I will run with her.