Tyrant Chef Novels & Stories

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he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.

Jeffrey couldn't help but yell at them angrily as he viciously gripped the dungeon door as if wanting to smash it down. "You are pathetic!" Another sneered and they all laughed mockingly at the slave as they walked away from one after the other. "No ooooooooo!!!!" Jeffery's outcries, resentment, and anger coarse through the vessels in his body as his hoarse voice echoed in the dungeon buildings —the alpha slave is enraged.

A voice said from the speaker and she jumped looking around. The elevator opened suddenly as they stopped and a man dressed in complete butler's outfit stood at the door. "Err? Barnes this is the new chef." Elliott said as the man took his bag and her paper bag and eyed her, before smiling. "I assumed she was like your other temporary visitors though she looked very different, normally you would go for healthier, sophisticated ladies." Barnes quipped.

"TYRON!" I knew that no matter how loud I screamed, he wouldn't hear me. I just sat there with the map in my hand. However, I noted that the floor wasn't particularly filthy, so I was confident it would be simple to clean. I'd already begun to clean the kitchen. The lobby was at the next stop. The mansion was so large that my sweat was flowing down my neck. The hall was the last one I went through. I dropped my body on the sofa after cleaning up just as Tyron walked down the stairs. With a grimace on his face, he stared at me. "Are you finished with your cooking?" He was holding a tablet in his hands. He didn't look at me when he said it. He proceeded directly to the kitchen. I followed him

We froze with our back to her. “Tyr?” Came her sweet soprano voice. “Heron?” Damn. We are in trouble. “Hurry up and eat the frigging rodent.” I rushed him, “At least snap its neck.” “What are you doing in the kitchen?” Her footsteps drew closer. Tyr slumps down on his rear. Her small hands touched the fur on our back. “What’s going on here?” Tyr gets up, walks away from her, and goes around the island with his head hung low. The fucking rodent squeaks.

I totally understand your reason," I told her. Anyway, at least we got to understand why she reacted that way. “So, William Warren, right?“ "Yes," I confirmed. She cleared her throat over the phone and I could hear some movements on the other side. I bet she was trying to make herself comfortable wherever she was before she began the story. “Willam was a Chef. Not just any kind of Chef he was a good chef but he wasn't recognised by society,“ she said. "Why wasn't he recognized since you said he was a good chef?“ I asked.

Curious, I thought of visiting to see what could be going on in there. Opened the doors slowly, I walked in. The entire kitchen staff surrounded themselves, a delicious scent filled the air and suddenly the began to chant his name. I drew closer to them and I could not believe what I saw, Mariano the ruthless tyrant was dressed like a caterer and was cooking. My eyes flew wide open in disbelieve.