The Tyrant Beloved Doll Novels & Stories

"You spent one whole afternoon shopping, and all you bought was a dog?" Tyrone looked at the pink stuffed toy with a frown. "This is not a dog; it's Lotso. It's very cute, right?" Heather corrected him. Cute? Tyrone looked at it with disdain. "How old are you? Don't you feel childish for buying something like this?" Ha! And he had the galls to call her childish. Heather pouted, unsure of what to say. "Lotso is very popular among young people. You're getting old and outdated."

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Kael went quiet. "And, let me add," Belarie continued "It can incinerate enemies at a molecular level. It can also eliminate multiple targets simultaneously,” he said casually. “Faster than either of you can draw a weapon.” Dante inhaled. Killian's mouth opened. Closed. He had no answer. "So," Belarie said pleasantly. "Do you still want to reject my parting gift?" Dante blinked. Then nodded once. “…Okay. I’ve heard enough. We accept the creepy murder toy.” Dante said through gritted teeth. "Thank you. Now get the hell out of our house."

When I was done, I rolled the parchment up and handed it back to Maliah. “Give this to Elder Varian,” I insisted. “Make sure he understands the urgency of my letter.” “Yes, my lady.” And then she was gone. If I couldn't conceive. I could adopt a child or get a breeder for my new husband—we didn't have to love each other as long as he performed his duty. Love didn't favor me anyway… The next morning, I woke up to Lurien's loud growl. “Get that cheap harlot off that bed!!”

Their story became a legendary tale of a monarch and queen who led with compassion, inspired greatness, and brought everlasting happiness to their people. And they lived happily ever after, their legacy etched in the hearts and minds of generations to come. The tale of King Dexter, Queen Maya, and their remarkable reign would be recounted with reverence and admiration, a testament to the enduring power of love, unity, and the profound impact of true leadership. THE END OF THE TYRANT KING'S QUEEN.

She was telling the truth or a version of the truth she believed. “Why are you telling me this?” “Honestly, my intentions are far from genuine. Ariana is back at my pack and I know Carter loves power and he loves to control people who have power. Add that to the fact that they were mated and it would explain all the googly eyes he has been making at her since we got back home. He wants to keep her and that's betraying me so this is payback.” He was making googly eyes at her? She had not complained about his behavior to me. We talked all the time and she had never mentioned it. Maybe she had not noticed or maybe she did and she didn't mind it.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

Like I was the only thing in his world. I remembered a rainy night when I was delirious with fever. I woke up to find him by my bed, holding a moonpetal flower dripping with dew. "I ran through three enemy territories to find this," he'd said. "They say it can heal you." His clothes were soaked, and his body was covered in fresh scratches. "You're a fool," I'd cried. "It wasn't worth the risk." "For you," he'd whispered, kissing my forehead, "anything is worth it."

He pushed it deeper. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, his free hand pinching my nipple hard. “Taking my gun like a good little slut.” He began to move it, a shallow, brutal fucking that made me whimper. The metallic sound of it moving in my wetness was depraved. He withdrew it suddenly, the loss making me gasp. He tossed it aside on a plush chair and turned back to the case. “Now… let’s try something else.” His fingers trailed over a large, veined dildo, then a smaller, ridged one. “Which one, Delilah? Which toy do you want me to fuck your well-used cunt with next?”