Tyrant Chef

In a world where monsters are whispered about but never named, Monalisa runs from home believing she is human. She is wrong. Creatures exist ,the wolves, the witches, the demons, the vampires!!but they rule from the shadows, letting humanity call them rumors. The vampires sit at the top of that hidden hierarchy, ancient and untouchable. When the wolves attack Monalisa, she shouldn’t survive. When she escapes, she shouldn’t heal. When a vampire finds her, her blood shouldn’t recognize him. But it does. He is ancient. Powerful. Feared even among his kind. The moment he sees her, obsession coils in his chest like a curse reborn. He marks her without understanding why—only that he has done it before. Thousands of years ago. She is brought into his mansion, a den of immortal predators, where every instinct tells them she is more than human. Her heart beats too loud. Her blood burns too sweet. Her presence awakens memories that should be dead. He is torn between terror and desire. Because she could be his mate— a bond believed to have been wiped from existence. Or worse… She could be the reincarnation of the Tyrant Mother, the ancient vampire queen who slaughtered the mates, shattered bloodlines, and nearly destroyed their world. If she is his mate, loving her will doom him. If she is the Mother reborn, loving her will doom everyone. The wolves hunt her. The witches whisper her name. The demons want her erased. And the vampire who marked her first? He doesn’t know whether to kneel before her… or kill her before she remembers who she is. Because her blood is not just powerful. It reminds him of what could be !!

“Get up and strip” The unknown man commanded, his deep voice reverberated through the room bringing me out of my ogling phase. I stared on mortified as sudden realization hit me. I’ve just been bought for a one night stand by this unbelievably handsome man, but that means I’ll loose my virginity tonight!. Feeling his piercing gaze at me, I get up to undress but instinctively move towards the counter for a glass to alleviate the burning feeling creeping through my veins. “God damn it!, why won’t it bulge, I’m positive this zipper is determined to ruin my life”. I said underneath my breath as I dare not spare him a glance. I gulped as I summoned courage to meet his fierce gaze and with an almost inaudible tone I pleaded “It won’t bulge, can you help me?” He closed the gap between us with long strides while I subconsciously retreated till I hit the wall, my breathe hitched as he locked my lips. “Pah!” The sound of a slap resounded through the room, My eyes filled with terror as I raised my hands to cover my mouth. What have I done? I asked mentally still stunned at my action. “How dare you!” He roared and I knew I was done for!. What would happen if a legitimate but outcast daughter of one of the prestigious families decides to sell her body for money and unexpectedly gets into a contract marriage with a cold blooded mafia boss? Will their encounter be just a one night stand? Why would the world’s richest and powerful tyrant choose to enter a marriage of convenience? Find out in <<>> Disclaimer: the book cover isn’t mine, credit goes to google

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

J'étais la guérisseuse en chef de la meute, et mon compagnon Marcus n'était qu'un simple guerrier. Tout le monde trouvait que nous faisons un couple mal assorti, mais je m'en moquais. Quand Marcus m'a demandé en mariage, j'ai accepté sans hésiter. Mais le jour de la cérémonie, Serena, son ex, a fait irruption avec un petit garçon. L'enfant a agrippé la jambe de Marcus en criant : « Papa ! » Je pensais à un piège, jusqu'à ce que je voie l'expression de Marcus. Mon cœur s'est glacé : son regard est passé d'une pâleur à une ferveur que je ne lui avais jamais vue. Puis il a soulevé l'enfant avec une délicatesse. « Annule cette cérémonie. Je dois marquer Serena et élever cet enfant avec elle. T'inquiète pas, même si je la marque, mon cœur t'appartiendra toujours. » Il croyait que je l'aimais assez pour accepter d'être sa seconde ? Pas question ! J'ai calmement contacté mon ami d'enfance, l'Alpha Dominic. « J'ai tout préparé pour la cérémonie, il ne manque plus que le héros. Veux-tu venir me marquer ? »

The story of two completely different people where one is cold hearted and void of emotions while the other is hot tempered and really rude.Andrian Carter is a rich business tycoon that has everything at his beck and call. He's a billionaire at the young age of 20.There's nothing he hates as much as he hates commoners and females in this world. He believes commoners are ill fated people who don't deserve to exist in the world of the rich and he believes females are too weak to exist in this world.Skylar Brandon is that cold hearted human that behaves like she doesn't have feelings but deep down she's really soft-hearted. She lost her parents at a tender age and is left with the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister on her own. She's really skillful in taekwando and judo because she practices a lot and watch a lot of movies that has to do with that.Things became hard for Skylar when she was sacked from her place of work because she refused to have s*x with a customer.She's left with no other choice than to go job hunting with her high school results in order to take care of her younger sister. She happened to come across a vacancy at Andrian's company but her qualifications were not good enough. Andrian picks interest in her and decided to make her his personal chef and P. A. What happens when Andrian is to get married within three months when he doesn't even has a girlfriend? He decides to go into a contract marriage with Skylar seeing she's the best option for him but will he be able to put up with her behaviour?Find out in this intriguing story.️ Tricia

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

Eu era apenas uma garota das favelas que se apaixonou por Damon Vitale, o Chefão mais temido de Nova York. Por cinco anos, eu dediquei minha vida a ele e cheguei a levar nove tiros para protegê-lo. Ele beijava minhas cicatrizes enquanto eu sangrava, me segurava apertado e me fazia pensar que eu era a sua verdadeira rainha. Então, quando eu me recuperava, ele me fodia com uma paixão tão intensa que chegava a perder os sentidos. Eu achava que ficaríamos juntos. Eu achava que iríamos nos casar. Mas, na nossa 999ª noite, ele me disse que estava noivo. Sua noiva era a princesinha da família rival, Bianca. Eu queria chorar e ele apenas segurou meu queixo, soprou fumaça na minha cara e disse, em meio a risos: — Você achou mesmo que ia se casar comigo, Nora? Vou deixar isso bem claro. A gente transa. Só isso. Você não é minha parceira. É tipo uma obra de arte que eu coleciono ou uma pet da qual sou dono. Uma pet. Era só isso que ele queria de mim. Em vez disso, fiz uma ligação de um telefone criptografado. [Eu aceito sua oferta. Três dias. Me tire de Nova York.]

"Aku membasuh kakinya setiap hari, menjaga kehormatannya di depan dunia, namun ia membiarkanku mati kedinginan di peraduan kami sendiri." Dua tahun pernikahan seharusnya menjadi waktu yang paling indah bagi sepasang suami-istri. Namun bagi Almira, setiap malam adalah siksaan sunyi. Di balik kemewahan rumah dan perhatian Reza yang tampak sempurna, ada sebuah tembok besar yang tak pernah bisa ditembus. Almira masih suci, sebuah kenyataan pahit yang ia simpan rapat-rapat demi menjaga martabat suaminya yang berprofesi sebagai Chef ternama. Di saat Ibu mertuanya terus menghujaninya dengan tuntutan cucu dan ramuan-ramuan kesuburan yang menyakitkan hati, Reza justru memilih diam. Ia tak berusaha, tak pula jujur. Hasil medis menyatakan ia normal, namun di atas ranjang, ia hanyalah seorang pria asing yang tak pernah mampu menjangkau istrinya. Apa yang disembunyikan Reza? Rahasia gelap apa yang tertinggal di masa lalunya saat bekerja di kapal pesiar hingga membuatnya lumpuh secara psikologis? Ketika kesabaran Almira telah terkuras habis dan janji suci itu mulai terasa seperti jerat, ia dipertemukan dengan Ustadz Rayyan—sosok yang memberinya ruang untuk bernapas, juga bimbingan yang selama ini ia cari. Almira dihadapkan pada satu pilihan sulit: Bertahan dalam pernikahan yang membunuh jiwanya secara perlahan, atau pergi demi mengejar haknya untuk bahagia dan menjadi seorang ibu seutuhnya?

On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."

The day my parents severed their mate bond, my sister and I had to choose. One of us would go with our father—the Alpha who'd gambled away every inch of pack territory in underground wolf fights. The other would go with our mother, who was marrying Alaric, the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf world. In my past life, my sister fought to go with our mother. I stayed behind with our father in silence. Later, our father rebuilt himself. His territory grew tenfold. He became one of the strongest Alphas, and I was his most beloved daughter. But my sister provoked the tyrant Alpha Alaric, was banished from his territory, and was torn apart by rogues. After rebirth, my sister didn't hesitate. She dropped her packed bags and clung to our father, sobbing: "Daddy, I can't leave you. Let my sister go live the good life with Mom. I'll stay with you." Our father's eyes softened with emotion. He looked at me quietly packing my things, and his voice turned cold: "Get out. You're just like your mother—a gold-digging bitch." I didn't argue. I left in silence. In my past life, I fought thousands of battles in underground wolf pits for him. My wolf nearly died countless times. My body was covered in scars. I won back his territory piece by piece. Only then did he wake up, pull himself together, and become a powerful Alpha again. But my wolf had been shattered beyond repair. On the verge of death, my wolf burned the last spark of her life to reverse time. But she couldn't reverse her own decay. This time around, all I wanted was to find a place with no fighting and sit in the sun for a while.