Willas Tyrell Novels & Stories

I release Willa, ruffling her hair “Another time, Olivander.” I chuckle at his annoyed expression. They catch me up on the things I’ve missed. Emmanuel – their Dad, is still a business man, he refused to retire. Glory – their step mother owns pharmaceutical companies all over new Orleans and Providence, Rhode Island. Willa is a fashion designer, her line, WB, pretty famous amongst Celebrities. Will is an Architect, as he always wished to be. “Love life.” I smile, I notice Willa freeze, but I pretend not to.

“You’re not telling me to do this right now. How do you think Tyrell is going to take this? Don’t you think he’ll know you’re betraying him? He’ll find out eventually that you’re involved in this.” Her smile widened into something even crueler than I thought I could see. Her eyes glinted in excitement. “Tyrell knows exactly what I’m doing,” she claimed. “What?!” I blinked, frozen. Movement stirred at the edge of the crowd. The bounty hunters parted as footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. And as he stepped to the front, standing with the humans and his mate, I saw him. Alpha Tyrell. The same wolf who had sworn allegiance to us.

“Miss Alexis, the Wolfe family accepts your request and have decided to support the Emperor faction. I, Adam Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe Dukedom will gladly take the role of your disciple” “Did you decide that all on you own?” “Meh, my parents will come around. My mother especially, she keeps saying stuff like ‘Miss Fairy Angel saves you’ I’m not sure what you’ve done to her?” “Oh….. ha ha”, Alexis gave an awkward laugh at the strange nicknames she keeps acquiring. ‘Why can’t they just call me a Royal Mage?’ She thought with a flushed face. Since Adams job would be mostly in the main palace he was provided a room and would later have to draw up a contract with Alastair.

) "If it means that with your support, I can become Emperor, then I require it. Please assist me, Lady Zielle." The passion was clear in his eyes and his voice, a challenging smile touched his lips. (As expected. He didn't want to let this opportunity pass by.) But for a moment, Azazel's eyes seemed to soften. - "This is Theodore Clayton, Milady. One of the knights that I trusted. I want you to be secure at all times since you're going to be my wife." Azazel presented me to a man I had never met before. The longer I stared at his hazelnut eyes, the more mesmerizing they were because of the way the light shone over them.

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

Just as the prophecy had said. "Are you coming with me?" he had asked softly. She looked at him, and for the first time, a flicker of light entered her eyes. The light of hope. She nodded. In that moment, he followed the Moon Goddess's will and claimed the mate he had been waiting for. The memory faded, and Torin focused on the present. Joric was still waiting for an answer. "You want the truth?" Torin said calmly. "I was never there to claim Giselle."

Tyrone offered his hand to Sera and Sera looked at her brother for approval. With a forced smile on his face, Andric nodded. Though he didn't want his sister to dance with just anyone, Tyrone von Gale was one of the most sought out young nobles in their generation. He was a decent man who could stand on the same ground as the imperial princes and the sons of House Fiore. He was an even better man than the heir of his own house so many of their vassals supported him and petitioned for him to be the heir instead.

My lashes brushed his neck, kissing where his scar used to lie. “Odessa can stay with us.” Willa fluttered down from the third floor. A male strolled up beside her, holding similar features to Willa’s face. “This is my eldest brother, Thalamere. He’s next in line to the throne of Atlantis and very strong.” She bragged. Thalamere cleared his throat. Dressed in a dark royal suit laid a necklace on his fluffy collar. In the shape of a starfish, the necklace held a blue stone in the middle.

“I know, Willa. I also know that you probably would have for the Han you knew a minute ago, but not for Gallahan. Not for the monster you now see me as.” I shook my head. “Han, if… if only… I need you to understand that I am not just a soldier of this war. I am Willa Coraline Alfiero.” Recognition flashed on his face for a fleeting moment. “Yes, Han. I am the granddaughter of Greggory Alfiero, the leader and face of the resistance. I am also the second-in-command of the Peacemakers.”

Neither came. “I have the luxury of wanting impossible things. I’m the fourth daughter, you see. Loren will marry your Prince. Sybille will marry the King of Frostborne and Rowan is promised to Count Xander of Mirefolk. My family’s duty to the four kingdoms has been accomplished without me.” “Which means,” she continued lightly, “I can hold out for something extraordinary.” Willa was quiet for a long moment, his pale eyes fixed on something beyond her shoulder. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a note of something that might have been envy.