Romans & histoires Tyrant Chef

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

If she didn’t intervene soon, there may be a murder in her apartment. “Nothing,” Will said. “Damn right, nothing,” Sabrina affirmed, backing down a bit. “But seriously, what the hell are you doing here? What the hell is he doing here?” she turned to Emma. “And who is that?” she motioned towards the chef. “Yeah,” Emma scratched the back of her head. “It’s been a pretty eventful few days. And that is Chef Ty Lung.” “Hello!” he greeted from the kitchen. “I’ll prepare another portion for your lovely friend, Mrs. Stewart.”

Tyron spoke with a powerful voice in an extremely domineering manner. At that moment, he was like a warlord, whereas a small potato like Zayn was just a weakling. The rest of the crowd immediately became excited and cheered for Tyron. They gloated at Zayn’s misfortune and were even looking at the man with pity in their eyes. They assumed he was no match for Tyron. Tyron was a Tier-3 master fighter and was considered a young genius among the socialites of Yando City, not to mention the fact that he used to train under Lil Mars.

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

She grinned. Tyler scratched his head and shrugged " Go on ahead" She took the spoon and dug into the meal in front of her ; Stir fry spaghetti with cheese and nicely fried drumsticks with a cocktail. She was a chef and had always loved cooking and trying out new meals . Taking the first bite she showed no emotions, she took the another spoonful and licked her lower lips, she smiled and continued eating. In no time, the plate was cleared and the drink gulped down. He leaned forward " So how was it?

The flavor hits my tongue—rich, savory, perfectly salted, creamy and warm in a way that makes my eyes slip shut for a moment. "This is the best I’ve ever tasted," I say. "Thank you," Tyler says. I could hear the smile in his voice. Opening my eyes, I smile at him. "You are truly the best. Not only did I get a best friend, but I also got a good roommate and a chef." He flicks his hair back, practically glowing under the praise. "I am the full package." He holds up three fingers as if counting them off. "I can cook, clean, fuck." He pauses, then adds with a grin, "And I’m great at everything else too."

“This is just to show that here at KF, family comes first and trust and transparency is taking over.” The wine turned sour in my throat. That wasn't a speech. That was a declaration of a coup. I clenched my fist. Lara was smiling and clapping along with the crowd. I finished the wine in my glass cup and dropped in on a passing tray. Then I headed towards the kitchen. Kylie could deceive everyone but I knew the truth – this idea was head chef's and she had no right to take it as hers. The kitchen was quiet when I walked in. Stoves were turned off and utensils were arranged in the open.