The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her with each smooth, deft stroke of his fingers, until she was drowning in intoxicating delight. "I-is that so...?" She panted and questioned him, but he responded by stroking her even harder as she arched up against him, dizzy with the desire for more. "Ngh-!" ".. Does that feel good too?" She slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes. "Then... what about this?" Her eyes widened in shock as he slid his fingers within her, caressing her there as well. "... A-Azazel!" But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born.

Tyler attacked Ian again, biting him as much as he could while Ian struggled with his bare hands which were no good against the Jaws and claws of the ferocious beast. I could no longer feel my legs, but it seemed the wine has no effects on Tyler. Perhaps turning into his wolf nullified the powers of the drug. That was bad. My hard pounded hard against my ribs. Ian had one chance left, but from the situation, he was hopeless. We were hopeless. “just morph out too. Please.” I shouted with tears, fear and anxiety. The arena was full of whispers. Tyler had won two rounds of the three. The eeriness of silence ached my head. Tyler rushing off towards Ian with all the force he could find in him, wa

The rest scattered around, but we were able to track a pair, who led us to a warehouse. The warehouse was full of girls. Fucking girls once more Though we had no idea what the vampires were doing there, we had been tracking the human trafficking and prostitution rings very closely, and they were sprouting like wild mushrooms, especially for the last couple of months. But that thing in the warehouse was something else. This was a large group of girls around the seventeen- to eighteen-year-old mark, doped with some new drug. We had definitely not smelled it before. It seemed to be a mixture of an aphrodisiac, a tranquilizer, and something else, something that none of us could recognize. Someth

A sharp, relentless buzzing that cut through the silence. Luna frowned. “Don’t open it yet.” But Enola had already picked it up. Her thumb hovered for a fraction of a second—just long enough for instinct to whisper don’t. Then she tapped. “𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬 – 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗"

Lurien barked before I could speak. His gammas surged forward, dragging them out as I stood there, trembling in complete, utter shock and fear. Something was wrong… So, so wrong. The dizziness… The slight headache… My heavy limbs… And why was I naked? I never sleep naked. Ever. And then it clicked. My heart sank. “Someone drugged me,” I whispered, then I repeated it louder, glaring at Lurien who approached me slowly. “You—” His palm connected with my cheek, hard. I tasted blood. Pain exploded on the skin, the flesh growing hot as tears sprang to my eyes.

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.

Mindlessly, she flung the sword recklessly to wherever it fell as she spun to move to her golden throne. Jeffery closes his eyes as he struggled to bottle up the tears, his breath was shaky as he took a deep sigh... He felt vulnerable and weak as he slowly begins to get himself undressed. "I can't wait to see his erection!" Queen Eliza spewed and Queen Meridian giggled softly at her.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

Tyler sneered. "Once the Yeagers get here, arrange for them to stay with Old Mister Hart. Also..." "Do you need anything else?" Harry asked. "Prepare some relaxant for me." Harry was taken aback and asked, "Are you suffering from insomnia again, Mister Hart?" "It's not for me," replied Tyler casually. "Also, find me some sort of toxin that's hard to detect. It'll be ideal if it can cause inflammation on someone's face that can't be healed. I need it to destroy someone's face, if possible."

"I…. I…ev….ever…every…. everyone…l…le…left….m…me. E….ever…everyone….h…ha…hate…m..me. N…no…o…one….l…lo…love…m….me." As Biya stepped into his room, she saw Sikandar Shah was lying on the bed with closed eyes. He was murmuring something to himself. Most probably, he was drowsy. A bandage was tied on his forehead. While his arm and leg were hidden because of the comforter he was taking. Biya abruptly walked towards the bed. She leaned on him to try to listen to his murmuring. But she wasn't getting anything that he was saying.