The Tyrants Whereabouts Novels & Stories

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich. He was powerful. Victor placed his hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy. “Starting today,” he said quietly, “you will live in this mansion.” I looked up at the magnificent building—marble walls, towering pillars, enormous gleaming windows. It looked like a palace. But even a palace is still a prison if you can’t go home. In my heart, I made a promise to Mom— I will endure. I will wait patiently while I search for a way to escape. And when Mom comes… I will run with her.

Tyra discovered an off-grid tunnel path that led west toward the outer sectors, areas the Council had forgotten. Out there, she added, were survivors, similar to Malek. Others who had gotten away before the system caught them. "We may be able to fight back if we can locate them," she said. “Will they, however, follow me? I enquired. Tyra gave me a thorough examination. They are not required to follow you. They simply must accept that the Council is no longer untouchable. By dusk, we arrived at a ridge overlooking a shattered metropolis. collapsed towers. dead streets. Burned-out screens with outdated Council slogans,

“I just want you to know, that if you are doing this because of she is the Abomination, or if you plan to hurt her, I wouldn’t take it likely.” Hesper grinned. “A rival! How wonderful. It’s been long since my life has been this active and Interesting.” Laughing lightly, he walked away. *** In the upper levels of the Enu realm, in the Chambers of the supreme Lord, a person laid languidly on the black couch. “My Lord,” Sandra said, her voice coming over through the ball of magic. “I cannot find Tyron.” The supreme lord sighed, taking one of the grapes placed for him by the side. “He is in the Zruch realm. Sadly once he entered, he disappeared from my sight. I can’t track him.”

he questioned, staring at Rowan first. Rowan leaned away from the wall, letting out a deep sigh before answering. “The rumors are true. Ryker was captured. By The Tyrant.” Silence took over the room at his words. Michael's eyebrows lowered in confusion. “The Tyrant,” his tone was laced with disbelief. “That bastard has decided to crawl out from his den.” “Yes.” Rowan nodded. Micheal dragged a hand down his face, pacing for a second like he couldn't decide what emotion to settle in first—shock, anger or frustration. In no time, he spun back toward Eirlys.

someone gasped, the sound ragged and torn from dry lungs. Elias wasn't alone on the roof. Behind him, bursting through the same reinforced steel doors he had used, came the "Tyrants." They were a collection of the city's most corrupt corporate elites, private security bosses, hedge fund managers, and men who believed that power was something you could simply purchase or take by force. They had chased the boys up the eighty-story tower, their security forces clearing the way, their private helicopters circling like vultures, all intending to capture the anomaly for themselves. They were the architects of the modern world’s misery, the men who thrived on the "glass" that the prophecy had promi

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Even if I have the same shape as Kiah, it won't change the fact that I am a cursed demoted Beta, so it's of no use working out. All I have to do is to find my second chance mate. He will have to reject me too if he doesn't want me as well so I can move on and stop having him in my mind. I dragged the trash bag so I could dispose of it only to see Tyrion standing at the entrance. “This place isn't for visitors, and besides we shouldn't be seeing each other right…?” He dipped his palm into his pocket and took slow steps towards me. “Didn't you hear it?”

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.

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