Tyranny Companions Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sleep." I closed my eyes as sleep took over me. TBC Whew.... writing smut scenes are really exhausting, I didn't even do much lmao. Comment your thoughts below....few more chapters and we'll be done with Tyrant......yayy!! Xoxo... Ivy

My body betrayed me as my wolf surged forward, aching and desperate. Kael’s eyes widened, his grip on my throat faltering as he stiffened. His amber eyes flared with something other than anger, as if he felt the same sensation that bore into my soul. He must have sensed it—the magnetic pull coiling around us—the bond. A mate bond. “No…” Kael’s voice cracked, and for the first time since we met, I saw uncertainty in the Tyrant Prince’s gaze. “Fate must be playing a cruel joke on me…”

Harper “Come on Harper one more lap around the room,” he says one day holding my arm. “You got this. Pretend dream Elias is chasing you. That’ll make you run.” I glare at him but I’m smiling. “Shut up. Dream Elias would’ve locked me in the room and called it romance. You’re out here making me exercise like a personal trainer who actually cares. It’s suspicious. You sure you’re not the tyrant in disguise?” He laughs loudly. “If I was the tyrant I wouldn’t be bringing you those terrible hospital cookies every Tuesday. I’d make you eat kale or something evil.”

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

Clare was trembling at the mere sight of the tyrant. Will she be able to escape? "Enough running angel?" Morris' icy tone turned the night breeze chiller but Clare could see the burning flame in the depth of Morris' eyes burning right through her core. Of all the feelings Christ had experienced upon learning of Morris’s yearning for Clare, nothing compared to the fury that exploded when he finally saw Morris in person. He stepped forward, and hid Clare behind. "Get out of the way you bastard!" Christ spit the words out with unbearable rage only to sound as a joke to the tyrant who responded with a mocking laugh.

Winifred glared at Tyr wildly, looking embarrassed and furious. However, Tyr showed no signs of remorse. “Sweetheart, have you forgotten what I told you before?” It wasn’t that Tyr was shameless. Instead, he had recently been doing video calls with Juan Yates almost every day, asking the latter to teach him how to court girls. Regal Palace had five kings and eighteen generals. Juan Yates was deemed as the saint of love. Winifred blushed. She stared at Tyr bashfully, saying, “Tyr, don’t go too far.”

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

Sparks erupted with every move we made as I matched his rhythm with my hips. "Ugh! Fuck!" Tyr took over and went fully nuts the instant my walls clenched his cock, and I moaned as he did so. Tyr pounded roughly and frantically, "You are still so tight as if Heron didn't do you the whole night.” I craved for both of them despite the fact that their personalities were so radically different from one another. Tyr was anything but gentle and obsequious like Heron. He liked things rougher, and I enjoyed getting to know that part of him.

I wished my life would just be quiet with no drama at all. “If you think that you can win over me, then you had better keep trying but I want to assure you, I’ll crush you under my fist like a wandering ant. Do not dare me” Left with nothing to say, I bowed. “Yes my lady” “Get out of my sight” I didn’t need to be told twice. I turned around and scurried off, passing a group of maids that pretended to be working. Just outside the door of King Tyron’s wing, I heard Hannah shout again.

Tyrion and Felix followed me a heartbeat later, and after a minute, the whole forest was crowded with warriors looking for Ragnar Venard. I quickly caught Ragnar's scent and ran deeper into the forest. Tyrion was right behind me. I couldn't resist the urge to glance back at him to see what his wolf looked like. Holy shit! I couldn't help but whimper. Tyrion's black beast with shiny fur looked like the wickedest embodiment of a demon—dark as night and deadly dangerous.