The Tyrants Tranquilizer Novels & Stories

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."

“Anya, please take me away. I won’t fight with you for Evan anymore. I don’t want anything. I just want to leave this place. Anya, please take me with you.” Two nurses step forward and help Tina down firmly. Then, they injected the tranquilizer into her arm. Soon, Tina’s body went limp and she fell asleep meekly.

"He's on fire. Whatever they gave him—it's spreading quicker now! Valeria grabbed a syringe of sedative out of the emergency case and handed it to Kc. "Do it. Now." Kc didn't wait. He plunged the needle into Ty's thigh and depressed the plunger. For a moment, nothing. Then the tremors started to slow. Ty's breathing evened. His body relaxed. She stroked Ty's damp hair with her hand as she spoke, her voice tremulous saying, "He's slipping, Kc. That serum. it's altering him. If we don't get to the bottom of this soon, we'll lose him."

POV Maggie The sharp scent of antiseptic pierced my nose even before I opened my eyes. White. Everything was white. My vision slowly cleared—no longer blurred. A white ceiling. White curtains. The rhythmic beep of a machine beside me, steady and artificial, like a manufactured heartbeat. My head throbbed, as if a hammer had struck my temples over and over again. I tried to lift my hand—something tugged at my skin. A clear tube. An IV.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

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

The two hours before the Project Janus final review were the longest, most agonizing period of Thalynn’s life. The massive dose of nervous system stabilizers he had ingested was fighting a losing battle against the rapidly ascending Omega hormonal surge. He was suspended in a state of chemical paralysis and biological chaos, utterly defenseless.