Tyranny Of Steel Novels & Stories

Even now, he was still making excuses. "Alpha Joric," my voice was soft, but it carried through the silent hall, "I've heard enough of your explanations." "No, listen to me," he said, taking a desperate step forward. "I can dissolve my alliances. I can give up my treaties with other packs. I'll give up anything, just give me a chance… a chance to start over." A cold laugh escaped my lips. "What do you think this is, Joric? A business negotiation? In our world, choices are final, Joric. You made yours. And as it turns out, fate made mine for me."

But as in REALLY fucking LATE! I had Grace pick me up a pregnancy test, and sure enough, I was pregnant. And hell, I couldn’t even say I was surprised. Sometimes I think Steel was trying to get me pregnant, another way of his sick possessiveness to lay a claim on me. He didn’t just want my heart and body, he had to claim my eggs as well! It was just the timing that sucked as fuck! “What?!” Steel echoed, his eyes as wide a saucers and hell, he was so pale I worried he might faint!

Mr Winters wasn't looking great. This was a major deal, his company just signed a deal with an automobile company that needed the steel for production. From what I heard Mikhail had monopolized the raw materials. If they didn't get it from him they would have to spend a fortune getting it from the black market. Cutting their profits low and almost running into losses. Mikhail wasn't bothered by their predicament or the fact this deal would have brought him billions. He always did what he wanted, which gave him his title as a tyrant of the business world.

POV FREYA You can conquer an entire world of steel, you can tear down walls, crush armies, and rule every kilometre of land your eyes can see. But you can never rule what beats within your own blood, nor silence the echoes that come from before you were ever born. The polar winter had once more wrapped the Steel Citadel beneath a thick blanket of blizzards and everlasting frost, but deep within the thick basalt walls of the main bastion, the true cold no longer came from outside. It did not come from the wind howling against the battlements, or the snow piling high against the arrow slits. It came from silence. A heavy silence, thick with things left unsaid, a void that grew between us even

I shrieked, and his hand tightened on my neck, cutting off my air supply. Spots burst across my vision, and I tried to pry his fingers away from my windpipe, but I wasn’t strong enough. I had felt like prey plenty of times back home, but this was something different, something truly animal, and I realized how foolish I had truly been to get so close to the Tyrant King. Now, I was going to pay for my mistake. “Betrayer,” Conri growled. His fingernails were claws that he pressed into my tender skin. “You’ve already been marked.”

Hobby? "Tyler," I murmured, crushing the parchment in my fist. "You think you know me. You think you can predict me. But you've made a mistake." "You've made the mistake of underestimating me. And when I'm done—when I've conquered them all—you'll understand." The smile that curved my lips was dangerous and hungry. "You'll understand that I'm not a pup chasing fights. I'm a wolf building an empire. And empires are built on blood."

The steel was dark, etched with the cruel runes of a secondary pack that had sold its soul to Rhys. "You're the one," Varro said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that made the hair on my arms stand up. "The little ghost Rhys is so obsessed with. You don't look like much. Just a girl playing dress-up in dead leather." I didn't answer. Talking was for people who still thought words mattered. I adjusted my grip on the stolen spear, the wood slick with someone else's life. He moved.

Lena Chapman and Shane Steele are the two most notorious troublemakers in Jerandale. Lena has smashed up bars, torched yachts, dumped a glass of red wine right over her ex's face, and rammed paparazzi cameras with her sports car. Shane has street-raced, flipped poker tables, and driven enemies straight to bankruptcy, forcing them to beg on their knees and even pour him drinks with a smile. Nobody ever expected these two handfuls to end up in a commercial marriage. When the news breaks, the entire social scene gasps. With those two living under the same roof, won't they tear the place apart?

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Steel Princess © A. Gupta 2023. All rights reserved.

“Start talking, Cole.” For the first time, a flicker of unease crossed Cole’s face. “Fine,” he said, his voice quieter. “But if I talk, you need to understand the full picture. What you’re dealing with isn’t just an organization. It’s an ideology. A belief system ingrained in every level of power, from governments to corporations. If you think you can destroy it by cutting off a few heads, you’re deluding yourself.” Maya stepped closer, her arms crossed. “Spare us the philosophy lesson. Who’s giving the orders?”