Novel & Cerita The Tyrant Wants To Be Good Characters

Fucking Damn it. Still, I tried again, saying, “Your Daddy has done many things that are bad. But you know in war, love? We had to use violence to stop the violence. Mommy and Uncle? We have hurt our fellow werewolves too. We even caused a few of them to die. And it’s not good.” “Are you saying you’re also bad, Mommy?” “I… I don’t think I am, love. I did those bad things to protect the common good and other people, and your Daddy did the same things for what he thought was good but wasn’t actually truly good. Am I making sense, love?”

Uno asked seriously. "Yes we have it all. But it's all temporary. Unlike you, you can use your trait whenever you want. But us? We can only use the trait when there is a user nearby." Is that what happens with royalties? So is he also able to use the district 4 trait because of that? "Then we must stop the king before he does evil." "He's already doing bad things, Jade." Angel groaned at Jade. Jade was silent. Yes he's already done it. And I'll make sure he's gonna pay for it. I don't give a fuck if he's Rio's father.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Way worse. I’d seen how his men treated us already. If this is how the soldiers acted, kicking girls around and calling us bitches and sluts, then their king had to be ten times meaner. Rumors said he was immortal and nothing under the sun could kill him. What chance did I have against that? At least with a regular alpha there was a tiny sliver, maybe one percent, that I could fight back, maybe even kill him in his sleep if I got lucky. But the king? No. I’d rather take my chances with one of his hunters than end up alone in a room with that monster.

A beat passed before I asked, “Can you tell me about Luciano?” “Tyrant Luciano Zarkov,” she answered immediately. A faint pause crossed me. “Are you correcting how I address my mate?” Her eyes snapped up, startled—then wary. I let the silence stretch just long enough to feel it. Then I laughed lightly. “I’m teasing you. Now… tell me.” She exhaled, tension loosening just slightly. “Of course. Tyrant Luciano was a rogue—said to be equal to gods in strength, intelligence, and brutality. Most importantly, he is believed to embody karma itself.”

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

his tone of voice is harsh and inflexible. I am stunned by the abrupt change in mood; there are no more smiles, and even the charming man he had been showing himself to has just dropped the mask. "You can't demand something from me that you don't do," I reasoned, trying to bring some sensibility to the moment. "Ask whatever you want to know from me, and I will tell you, Beatrice," he boldly offers, "This is the time to lay all the cards on the table. What do you say?"

If he ever caught that man treating Tyger unkindly, he’d be tempted to introduce his fist to the man’s face over and over again. What had bothered him the most about Tyger’s boyfriend was what Pat Gurrister had told him as he was leaving the party. The older woman was shocked to think Tyger would have a party at her place because she wasn’t that type of girl. Not only that, but Tyger never did anything spontaneous… not unless her boyfriend said it was all right. Pat described Tom to be a domineering man. The landlord even witnessed a few times how frightened Tyger was when Tom showed his temper.