Novel & Cerita Tyranny Companions Romance

He asked, crossing his arms. “What do you mean by this? I-" His hands came near my face, pushing a few strands of my hair behind my ear. It felt as if he deliberately was trying to seduce me but I wouldn't let my guard down this time. I, SAPPHIRE SAGE, LOVE MY BOYFRIEND, TYLER DANVERS, WHO LOVES ME BACK DEARLY. “What do I mean by this? Unless you don't love your job anymore? I can find a committed personal assistant who will be willing to get married to Landon Rykhard.” He said, his voice as sly as ever as if he didn't have a care in the world.

She didn't look heartbroken—she looked disgusted that a cockroach had stepped onto her property. "I knew you were pathetic, Ravenna," Freya said, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy whisper as she stepped into the room. "But this? Crawling into the Lycan King's cousin's penthouse because your own arranged mate threw you out like trash?" Xavier stepped into the room behind her, his expression hardening as he tried to place himself between us. "Freya, drop it. Go downstairs."

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."

Alexander was sitting in front of his grandma, but when he went to get Stephany and got inside, he had to sit in front of Maya. For some reason, the two just kept shearing glances with each other, they looked at each other, and none of them dared to move his eyes away, not until someone would speak. “Stephany, you look dazzling, my dear, what a beautiful dress,” Sicilia complemented. Stephany chuckled, “Thank you, but I couldn’t possibly level up to the great Sicilia Knight.” “Oh, please.” “I didn’t know you were coming,” Stephany directed her words to Maya, who could feel loathing and even hatred in her tone.

“My family, my fiancé… they said I’m a bastard. Am I really that bad?” He fell silent, his sharp eyes studying me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine. “You’re not bad. They’re just blind.” “Entertain me,” I whispered, losing all control of my logic. “Sleep with me. I want to feel alive, even if it’s just for one night.” I vaguely remembered him whispering something about who he was, but my ears were ringing. All I remembered was the masculine scent of sandalwood and his strong hand guiding me out of the bar into the darkness that promised escape.

Everywhere I looked, I felt like I was in a dream. The Alpha's throne room was guarded by werewolves, each one standing like a statue. As we approached, they moved aside and Alpha Solomon entered, with me following close behind. The throne room was even more lavish than I had imagined. Everywhere I looked, I saw gold and jewels. It was clear that this was a place of great power. Alpha Solomon took his seat on the throne and gestured for me to take a seat next to him. He then began to introduce me to his kinsmen. Each one was more impressive than the last. I could feel their respect and admiration, but I was not prepared for what happened next.

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.

I asked, genuinely curious. “You heard the rumors,” Tyris said, surrendering. “Well, you can’t blame us. You do too, with your mate,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “It’s exactly what you heard,” he admitted. “And yes, Serena got rid of the pregnancy because I was mated to her sister.” “That’s complicated. I’m sorry, Tyris,” Denara said sincerely. “The goddess enjoys playing with me,” he muttered. “She makes everything about me complicated. That’s probably why she paired Rockan and me with the same person.”

There were so many ladies who would volunteer themselves to be accompanied by him. “Actually, I was the one who needed a company.” Tyrone scratched his nape. “I’ve been abroad for too long that I’m not familiar in my home country anymore.” Sera found his gestures to be cute but she reprimanded herself. How could she entertain such thoughts in her head? “You can ask someone else to accompany you. I bet a lot of noble ladies would like to tour you around.” Sera smiled sarcastically. “You think so?” Tyrone chuckled.

Pretend it doesn’t shred me apart every time I see him touch her. But one night… one reckless, drunk scorching night after being fired…We had a nightstand. He doesn’t remember—but I do. God, I do. And I can’t stop craving more. Cassidy thinks she’s clever, dragging me back into her perfect little life, humiliating me, then hiring me to nanny her kids. She thinks I’m weak. But sharing a roof with Soren is pure inferno, his gaze burns trails over my curves, hatred simmering beneath raw lust. We shatter every boundary: stolen gropes in shadowed corners, frantic fucks against walls, his cock slamming into me in forbidden spots where anyone could catch us….