Novel & Cerita Tyrant Series

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.

Ryker spun to Tanisha, his eyes wide in surprise. "That wasn't the plan, Tanisha!" he protested. But Tanisha just smiled all the more widely. "You have nothing to say to me, Ryker," she snapped out, her tone icy. "I call the shots, not you." Ryker's face fell, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Tanya, think this through," he warned. But Tanisha didn't bat an eye. "No, Ryker. You have played too many games. Now it is time things go differently. And Sara's death is going to be the reason."

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!'

that the prophecy had promised to shatter. They stood on the helipad now, their bespoke Italian suits ruined by the freezing downpour, their custom leather shoes slipping on the wet concrete. They stared at the shimmering Door with wide, manic, bloodshot eyes. The sheer impossibility of it short-circuited their logical minds. Where Jack and Marcus had seen a sanctuary, the Tyrants saw the ultimate escape. They saw a new world, untapped markets, immortality, and infinite, unpoliced power.

But if I took my own life…. No. I shook my head. Taking my own life meant Lurien had won, it meant Zayan would live miserably. No. I have to survive to get my revenge— The carriage lurched forward, violently throwing me off the seat. I hadn't even caught my breath when its wooden doors swung open and strong arms grabbed my arms. I was pulled out of the carriage and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. NOCTHRAX. A great wall that spread across acres and acres of land that you couldn't see both of its ends, the wall stood tall, strong, and ancient. Four hefty soldiers stood at its mighty black gate with gold intricate design and in its middle was our Kingdom's sacred crest.

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

Tyron breathed harshly as he stormed into the tent with Sweat and blood glistening on his bare body, his muscle taut. His eyes darkened as he stared at Lyra, his submissive slave. “Come here.” He ordered. Lyra stood up to walk to him when her back suddenly got slammed on the wall. Tyron had his hands wrapped around her neck, his mouth inches away from her ear. “When i call, you crawl,” he whispered. “Yes sire,” she breathed out.

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 ".