The Tyrant Wants To Be Good Characters の小説・ストーリー

To him, she would eventually be his when he becomes the king. Their conversation was still ongoing when he spots the slave traders, he was a bit surprised because he never expects to see the king of the Asian dynasty with them, he usually stays back and orders his, guards, to come to get the slave. However, a devilish grin secured the bream of his lips, somehow he has been able to send Ace away, because he has never been in support of the abolition of the slave trade, all he cares about is making money from them, cool money. A great reason he wants to become the emperor and rule, rule with Tyrant. He knew he was the opposite of Ace, Tyrant, possessive, barbaric, and horrific, that is exactly

“So, I guess you are a hybrid.” “Yeah, you?” “Vampire.” “What happened to Carl?” Tyrus asks. “Who? The man who was trying to abduct you?” “Yeah.” “Fled. Why was he trying to kidnap you anyway?” Tyrus pauses for a bit and then says, “Let’s just say he doesn’t like me and my friends very much.” “I see. Are you guys some sort of troublemakers?” “No.... yes.... we are, for him at least.” “Interesting.”

The youngest and yet most powerful amongst the & kings and also the one who everyone should be wary of. Audra or Africa, with their Tyrant King who was also a close friend of Nicholas. Tyrant because he is known to do whatever he pleases and everything will always be up for him. Alpha King Dmitri Bouldstridge, contrary to what people think, is a mostly rational kind person, he was only titled as a tyrant ruler after taking the throne from his brother who had schemed against him. He didn't want what he has, he just wanted to ruin the person who hurt him and the woman he loved.

“Help me restore balance. They don’t deserve the power they hold.” I had believed him. I was young. Hungry. Desperate for a place in the world. And when he told me what to do on the night of the fire I obeyed. But I hadn’t expected the screams. I hadn’t expected the children. I hadn’t expected the innocent blood. And by the time I realized the truth that Tyris didn’t want balance, he wanted revenge it was too late. Too late to undo. Too late to confess. Too late to save anyone.

“Winifred Zea, I’ll let you see just how good I am today. You’re destined for last place today, and I will be the champion!” Tyr snorted. “You’re not afraid of losing your tongue from boasting too much, are you? It’s like the saying ‘your character determines your appearance’. People who don’t have character can never come up with anything decent!” Iris immediately got up and pointed at Tyr. “Tyr, who are you scolding?” “Whoever’s yelling.” Tyr glared at Iris. “You can point at me again if you dare.” Iris quivered. The image of Tyr punching a hole through the table resurfaced in her mind. “Who wants to waste time with a beggar and a wild man like you?”

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

His voice was calm, but it was laced with a cold, underlying anger. ​Alan immediately backed away, smart enough not to provoke the Tyrant any longer. ​I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn colder once we were alone. ​“If you're going to seduce every man in the room like the little slut you are, try not to be too obvious about it,” he whispered without hesitation. ​My smile vanished. I stomped my stiletto heel hard onto his polished dress shoe. ​He let out a soft groan but managed to keep his composure, though his jaw clenched tight. I stood so close to him I could feel his hot breath fan against my face. To an outsider, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

“I mean, I hope it is you. I like you and Primus much better, but I also need to be prepared to work with Segundus as well.” “So you’re willing to supply a tyrant?” “All kings are tyrants,” he shrugs. “Even myself. The story of who is good and who is bad is determined by whoever comes out on top. There are no real good guys.” His voice trails off. “Many ‘evils’ are committed with good intentions. Someone’s hero is often someone else’s villain. Don’t judge me for wanting to survive.” I pause about one step away from him.