Tyrant Lyrics Novels & Stories

"She won't have a good end. I will personally send that damn bitch to hell." "Send her with what? Your little pecker? I heard it doesn't work anymore." The bartender's mockery grew even more vicious. "Poor guy, save your drinking money to buy a coffin. I see you needing one sooner or later." "The one who's going to die is Lin Yilan! She took a rebel as a paramour, she deserves to face a court-martial! I'll make her wail and beg for mercy at my feet, repenting! And then I'll receive a commendation from the General, maybe even become a Captain..."

“Who I am doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I’m here to kill you!” “Kill me? Do you know how many people there are worldwide who want to kill me? And yet here I am, standing before you, alive and well. Those who want to kill me have either been thrown into the pond to feed my fish or didn’t even dare to appear before my eyes. You… you’re a bold one, aren’t you?” Tyrant said with a smile. “Cut the nonsense and fight me! Everyone’s waiting to see us fight, so how about you show me the strength of the top ranker of the Dragon Rank?” David said seriously. “As you wish!”

“I’m the vanguard of a new movement. Fuck destiny. ‘I am the master of my fate! I am the captain of my soul!’” “What is she talking about?” I ask Pritchard. The swagger he came out of the bushes with has all but disappeared, replaced by a long-suffering tension. He shakes his head. "I don’t know half the time, man.” Nia rolls her eyes. “It’s from ‘Invictus?’ By William Ernest Henley? Everyone knows that one.” Pritchard looks at me and tilts his head. I shrug. I’ve never heard of him either.

_______________ . . . “What is wrong with me?” The Scarlet Sky pack doctor jumped at the eerily calm voice of his Alpha. “Nothing, your greatness. You seem exemplarily well and healthy.” Uri Frost replied timidly. Alpha Reagan Lorde let out a maniacal laugh. Uri gulped and laughed nervously with him. Reagan’s laugh died down abruptly and his lips curled into a glare while poor Uri was trembling all over again. “So, are you telling me I am sick in the head and imagining a pain so severe as if my heart is being clawed out of my chest?” He asked in his eerily calm voice again.

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

“Don’t give up. I know you can do this.” “I’m not sure—” “Tyger, my love, I want to put my arms around you.” He couldn’t let her give up. He must keep coaxing her. “I want to hold your body so close to mine that I can feel the rhythm of your heartbeat. I want to kiss you until we’re both dizzy with passion.” Her frustrated sobs became louder. “My darling, Tyger. Don’t you want me to hold you?” “Yes.” “Then try harder. I know you can.”

Nah, that was their fuvking business. Tyrant took over when our eyes met Lana on the chair, naked at the bottom. Her top was almost torn and one of her boobs was out of her bra. Tyrant growled and shifted. He jumped into the scene. “What the fuck!” The guys with colorful hair shouted. Tyrant tore into the one with green hair, he pierced through his face, and blood sprayed all over. He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

I leaned down slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear. “You will die slowly. Piece by piece. Until you beg for the mercy you refused to give your own people.” Kael’s eyes widened in terror for the first time. But it was too late. The Tyrant had spoken. And blood would follow.

You are just a rogue, remember? Ryker's smile faltered, and he frowned. "If I were you, I wouldn't tread on that path," he warned, his tone dripping with malice. "You'll lose it." Tunisha let out a cold, mirthless sound. "I'm not afraid of you, Ryker," she said. "You are just a desperate man clinging onto power. Ryker's eyes flashed with anger as he leaned forward, his face inches from Tunisha's. "You have no idea what I am capable of," he hissed. "I have been playing this game for years, and always come out on top."