The Tyrants Whereabouts Novels & Stories

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

Dave announced as he walked into the clearing. I watched Alex subconsciously gravitate into his arms. There was no thought behind it. Her body just moved. I loved that they had found each other. In the midst of all the crazy, something beautiful came out of it. “Where are they?” Alex asked Dave. “Luciano is keeping them busy in the big house. They came with the mystic moon’s new Alpha, Dylan.” Dave explained. “That still feels weird to hear. Alpha Dylan and the mystic moon. Thank the goddess for that.” I shuddered.

It was seven thirty in the evening and the ranch was buzzing with excitement, new guests were checking in and Nickolas was on edge, he had left his post behind the front desk in the capable hands of Lilith. This had been something he had been meaning to do for a very long time but hadn’t gotten around to doing, giving the workers more responsibility. With the arrival of Grace, he didn’t know how to act. It had been five years since he had been proclaimed dead from an accident on the yatch. And it had been five years he had been living in hiding, afraid that if he ever made contact with his loved ones, whoever was after him would turn their attention on them. He went out to take a stroll outs

he said. “Alpha —” “Clear it first. Make sure it’s empty. Then burn it to the ground. A place that condones kidnapping doesn’t get to keep standing.” He ended the call and got back in the car. Behind them, ten minutes later, the sky above the Vortex turned orange. Zander watched it in the side mirror. His face didn’t change. “Good,” was all he said.

It was really awkward for Natasha to be calling me this early. "Hey sis" "Hey Nat" "How are you?" "I'm good what is up?" "Have you been online today?" "No not yet, been busy all morning... why you asking?" "Nothing really... just that there is something you should see" I was curious to know what she was talking about that I did not wait for her to say anything else before i ended the call. I went online and I was shocked to see the news. My pictures and Adelia's were all over the media with the headline THE TYCOON'S SEX CONTRACT LEAKS.

I touched the edge of the bruise gently with my thumb, my eyes burning with absolute dominance. "I'm a tyrant, sweetheart," I rasped, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When you walk into that war room today to tear the south apart, every single elder will look at your neck and know exactly whose heat kept you warm last night. Tristan threw away a queen. I'm keeping her."

I leaned down slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear. “You will die slowly. Piece by piece. Until you beg for the mercy you refused to give your own people.” Kael’s eyes widened in terror for the first time. But it was too late. The Tyrant had spoken. And blood would follow.

A low and distant whirring. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I realized the possibility. This is not a room. This is a box. A possibly refrigerated container. My body stiffened. My hands trembled as I hugged myself. “No, no,” I whispered, refusing to die this way. Melinda will find me, but I don’t know and I’m not sure if she will find me alive. “IS ANYONE OUT THERE?” I shouted, maybe shouting for mercy. Whoever brought me here—

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

“For fuck’s sakes, let the bitch jump if she wants to–” “What,” A familiar, dark voice boomed incredulously. “The hell is going on here?” Everyone froze in their tracks. Slowly, they all turned to see Mr. Kincaid standing behind them with a dark expression on his face. A wave of relief hit Macy so swiftly it was almost dizzying in its intensity. Mr. Kincaid was back, accompanied by the silent, observant Mr. Summers and his bodyguard. “Well?” He growled, his brows drawing further together in a harsh scowl. “What the hell are you all doing?”