Tyrant Chef Novels & Stories

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

Macy announced unnecessarily, not knowing what else to say. Mr. Kincaid hummed his agreement, before showing her where all the utensils were kept and how to use the high tech electrical stove. Then he disappeared down the hall, leaving mildly overwhelmed Macy alone in the kitchen. Macy got right to work, taking the ingredients out of the bag and prepping things for their dinner. Her original plan had been to cook for him then leave, but he had insisted on her having dinner with him. Since she hadn’t eaten, she agreed.

Suddenly, Tyler’s powerful voice echoed throughout the restaurant, deep, resonant, and carrying the weight of a royal decree. "From today, anywhere you see Elara and Leo, avoid them. Avoid them." Charlie stood frozen, his head bowed, his hands clenching and unclenching in his pockets. He wanted to shout, he wanted to fight, but he couldn't. Charlie can't say anything because Tyler is the senior heir of the family, so anything he said stood as absolute law within their legacy. The Hawthorne family held the ultimate financial veto over their lives, and Tyler's position was completely untouchable.

Even though David's financial power and strength impressed him, he still thought that David had no chance to kill Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Bloodthirsty Mercenaries not only had advanced weapons and equipment but also occupied Dark Cape, which had a unique geographical location that was easy to defend and hard to attack. Most importantly, the leader of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries, Tyrant, was recognized as the best master in Dragon Rank. The person was not only extremely strong but also brutal. He would torture his enemies to death in countless ways. It was how he got the name Tyrant. The expression of anyone in the mercenary world would change at the mere mention of him. He was not something y

The scream that tore from my throat was pure frustration. “LET ME FUCKING GOOO!!!” The door opened. I spun around, hope flaring stupidly in my chest. But it wasn't him. It was a maid and she was carrying a silver tray laden with food. She walked closer and the smell of roasted chicken made my stomach betray me with a loud growl. "I'm not eating anything," I said firmly. "Take it back." The maid straightened. "His Majesty insisted you eat." "His Majesty can go to hell." I snapped.

Soon the mesmerising laughter died out and the man heaved shamelessly in front of the now, completely embarrassed Alexis. "You're a tyrant." She coldly said, shocking everyone else on the table except, of course, the emperor. "How dare a plebeian like you call me such!" Alexis couldn't tell if he was mad or just saying it because he was used to it. "What is that word? What does it mean?" She was fed up with this King. 'What a clown!'

The lock clicked shut. I stared at the tray. The porridge smelled like honey. My stomach turned toward it immediately, which was deeply embarrassing considering the circumstances. I hadn’t eaten properly since before the club and my body had no interest in maintaining dignity about it. My brain, however, had a few things to say. This was his food. His kitchen. His scared little omegas, delivering it on a tray to keep me alive long enough for whatever he had planned next. This was not kindness. It was maintenance. The same way you’d feed something you planned to use. Rage boiled up through me and something inside me snapped.

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

A pause. “Because I verified it.” No emotion. No explanation. Only fact. I shook my head slightly. “I can’t say that.” “Why.” Not curiosity. Not debate. Demand. “Because I’m—” I stopped. “That sounds wrong.” His gaze did not change. “You are what you are.” Then, as if to end the argument entirely: “I am Tyrant Luciano Zarkov.” A pause. “And I am a rogue who took this continent.” His eyes locked onto mine. “So speak.”