Novel & Cerita The Tyrant Beloved Doll

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

He did not want to owe anyone anything. Emperor Tyler looked at Wilbur before his smile softened. "Keeping your cool even around so many treasures. It seems my judgment was right." Wilbur looked back at Emperor Tyler, unsure what he was trying to get at. First, this emperor had given Wilbur the Howl of the Banshee, and now he was taking him on a tour around his vault and even letting Wilbur take whatever he fancied. Did the royal family never run out of treasures like this? Just then, however, Emperor Tyler said, "There's something else I think you'll be interested in for sure. Come with me."

You are a bastard". And that's it. His anger rose its peak and he said with his chilly tone," You hate me huh!! Fine..I will make you admit that you love me. I will make you my puppet. A perfect doll who will only obey me and will never look at any man except me." After that day he started playing his dirty games with me. Tolerating his insults every day I forget that there is something named self-esteem. He made me admit that" I love him. I am his doll. I only belong to him".

“Mommy, Daddy, look!” Thomas turned off the stove, wiping his hands on a towel before crouching down to her level. “Let’s see this masterpiece.” Lily carefully held up the paper. The dragon she had drawn was big and colorful, with red wings, yellow flames, and a green tail. It was messy, with crayon lines darting everywhere, but it was full of heart. “Wow,” Thomas said, his voice filled with awe. “That’s the coolest dragon I’ve ever seen.”

His gaze turning to me, and I rolled my eyes at him, mocking the way he was acting. "And there's another one!" Hailey's voice pitched higher with excitement. "Oh my god, Daddy, my favorite idol Bella recently bought the purple one just like this!" Darrell's chest puffed with pride, and I could see him storing away every word she spoke. "I knew you'd love that one especially. That's exactly why I specifically ordered the purple one for you." "I can't believe this! I have the same thing as her!" She hugged the doll against her chest, then lifted her glowing face to Darrell. "Thank you so much, Daddy. I love it."

That building would be large because we would need to have plenty of room to house our prisoners – I meant guests. ‘No, you didn’t. You meant chew toys.’ Tyre flashed his canines and licked his chops. ‘They could also be our dart boards, target practice dummies, test subjects for new torture methods… there are so many options. Think of the fucking possibilities!’ I should have known that he would be excited for that. Knowing my darling mate, she was too. Hell, even Faye would be. Eh. So was I. It was not something even I could deny.

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”

“Bitch, Aldrin is mine, and I’m the only one who will be recognized as Tyler’s mother! You don’t even have any evidence for them to believe that you were my child’s surrogate mother!” Clara could not continue opening her mouth when she heard her son’s voice. “Mama, I like the toys; thank you!” Tyler was jumping around holding two robot toys, and they were big. Clara’s look at Beatrix was challenging and teasing. “Did you hear that? He called me ‘mama’!” Clara whispered before standing up and meeting the approaching son. Beatrix’s heart nearly exploded with anger. She got up angrily and approached the boy. She also grabbed the toy he was holding. “Tyler, I’m your mommy, and you shouldn’t acce

Living, but not fully alive. From a lifeless doll, a being emerged, taking form of a humanoid, yet different from them. With fingers elongated and circles of metals that swirled it’s ghastly fingers forming several rings, and elongated body which is covered in white cloth. It’s pale face tilted up. Tyr who would usually giggled uncontrollably went still as her face pulled into a tight expression. “As I thought…” She sauntered to the newly formed being and grabbed it’s face by it’s skinny chin. “My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.”