The Taming Of A Tyrant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This alarmed the prince, so he was quick to follow and blocked Zane’s way to the forest by finally growling at him and using his body to face it head on. Tyr subtly growled at Zane’s wolf, shooting laser eyes on it, and letting out his domineering demeanor to tame the wolf. He can’t let it go down the wolf camp and cause havoc or betas, or worse, the alpha king will mark him. ‘Zane, please. Listen to my voice.’ Tyr almost pleaded.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

“Because my brain couldn’t make up anything original. Elias. Tyrant Elias. Captive Elias. Of course the real one has the same name. Life’s hilarious like that.” He tilts his head. “Tyrant? Captive bride? What are you talking about?” I take a deep breath and it feels like my ribs complain about it. “I had this long dream. Or coma dream or whatever. You… well the dream you kidnapped me or something. Made me marry him. I got pregnant. There was school and a guy named Yuto and this girl Lauren taking pictures and Ryan whose girlfriend got killed. It was all so real. I pushed out a baby and he died and then you tried to strangle me and then a mental hospital and jumping off a bridge kissing while

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She was breathing heavy now, chest rising and falling like a storm in a glass cage. “I wonder…” he murmured, voice low and mocking, “if that cute little mouth of yours could even take me.” Her grip slackened on his dick. His grip tightened slightly, angling her head the way he wanted. Like he owned every inch of her, and he did. Not in the way Caleb ever tried to. Not through control or expectation. Thorne owned her in chaos. In the tension. In the fire she pretended she didn’t crave. “You’d choke to death, little fox,” he whispered darkly. “Right on your knees.”

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

And now that you're here, it's time to put an end to your games once and for all. Tunisha's eyes flashed hot with anger, and her hand raised; fingers curled into a claw. "You will pay for your impertinence, Emma," she spat. "You'll pay dearly." I stood my ground, my eyes down into Tunisia's, my voice firm. "I am not afraid of you, Tunisha. You've been trying to manipulate and control everyone around you for years, but it's not going to work with me." Tunisha's smile broadened, and her eyes glittered with amusement. "Oh, Emma. You are just so predictable. You think you are brave, but all you are is a foolish little girl, playing at being a witch."

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”