Tyrant Lyrics Novels & Stories

If I couldn't hear the loud music from outside, no form of miracle would make the ones outside hear my cries too. It was over. Tyron’s was all over me. Heck, he leaned into my neck and sniffed me. He sniffed all of me, coming up to meet my teary eyes with his dark irises. “Fuck…I forgot how good they smell.” He mumbled. “Please…stop.” It was a helpless plea. A last minute wake up call if they still had any sympathy left inside of them but they were rogues. Sympathy was a foreign word to them just as strong and bold didn’t exist in my own world either.

“No what?” Before Tyler knows what is happening, I got the disc in the music player, and I am singing. “I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now. Don't you know I still believe. That you will be here. And give me a sign. Hit me, baby, one more time.” He looks at me with that goddamn sexy smile, “Do you want to kill me? You are seriously not going to sing that now?” “Come on, try it; it grows on you. Try the next one; I am sure you know the words.”

The mocking glint in his eye sparkled like a challenge, as he deliberately invoked her defunct title, a cruel reminder of her lost status. Inayat's gaze flashed with disgust, her lips parting to unleash a sharp retort. "Though your dream has come true, you're nothing but a tyrant to me. You may have power over me, but never my spirit," she spat, her voice trembling with defiance, "still basking in the glory of your own pride, which could swallow the mightiest mountains whole. I'm not scared of you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, "if only you knew, traitor, I'll never submit to you willingly."

The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich. He was powerful. Victor placed his hand on my shoulder. Warm. Heavy. “Starting today,” he said quietly, “you will live in this mansion.” I looked up at the magnificent building—marble walls, towering pillars, enormous gleaming windows. It looked like a palace. But even a palace is still a prison if you can’t go home. In my heart, I made a promise to Mom— I will endure. I will wait patiently while I search for a way to escape. And when Mom comes… I will run with her.

Tyron said. Belly's eyes widened as the huge beta lifted her a few inches off the ground. She began to struggle, trying to free herself from Tyron's grip, but her efforts were futile: Tyron was a strong warrior. “Listen to me carefully, you damn bitch. You're just another slut among the many that Daniel is fucking. And if you think you'll be the one, you're very wrong. So be a smart girl and stay in this damn room.” Tyron's hot, angry breath hit Belly's face hard.

My loyal warriors obey, their forms morphing back into their human forms, submitting to the whims of our oppressor. Cyrus revels in his triumph, the gleam of triumph dancing in his eyes as his minions descend upon us with savage fervor, crushing my men beneath their cruel paws, the agonized cries a symphony of despair. Anguish coils within me, a tempest of fury and despair, as Cyrus' mockery echoes through the air, his demands twisting the knife lodged within my soul.

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!'

There is danger in the Tyrant's voice. "Forgive me Master, she tried to kill me as she did to the other men you sent—" "You're brave, you bumped into someone like her—" Regan uttered, The Tyrant smiled half and motioned to his secretary to hand over the punishment to the man. "I haven't been able to work out for a few days, I want a little fun right now" Regan exclaimed. The Tyrant's secretary threw an empty punching bag in front of the man "You choose, you become a Tyrant’s toy or you want to die right now."

I was unable to even stand from the ground as they were all mighty, and I looked like an ant to them despite my size. Tears continuously streamed down my eyes. I cried uncontrollably like a kid. Why is she doing this when she should talk to her lover? If I disrespect Tyrion, it would result in another punishment on its own. What exactly will I do to escape their wrath? “Beat her so well! She needs to be disfigured….” came Avas voice. “Why???” A masculine raspy voice distracted everyone, including the ones hitting me. “I asked you a question, Ava. Why should she be disfigured?”

“Oh, but what is lost ain’t gone No, you can't just let go 'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong Embrace your flaws ... " Embrace my flaws ... My scars .. My pains .. My burdens .. Yes Azaia. It was just overthinking .. Cassandra and Ayesha are still there and now you have Xenoah too. Slowly, I shut my mind and focus on how good he is at singing. He ended the song well. I want to pampered him with sweet words but I slowly fall asleep.