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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)

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RAPHAEL Her mother broke my heart. Her father despises me. I know I shouldn't so much as look at Willa Canterbury. She's their daughter, after all. It's a recipe for heartbreak - for both myself and her. So I'll do everything in my power to hurt her. Humiliate her. Make her fall out of love with me. Maybe then she'll stay away... and not rip my upcoming wedding apart. WILLA Raphael is the unspoken name in my home. My mother's ex, the person my father hates most. But when a chance meeting pushes us together, I feel a pull, a connection. It would destroy my mother. It would enrage my father. But all I want is Raphael Santino's confession - that he wants me as much as I want him... And that he'll let his darkness come out, only for me. His sugar baby. Tyrant Daddy is a full-length dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling. Willa and Raphael's story begins in Tyrant Stalker, but you can read this book as a standalone.
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Prologue

Raphael

Getting over Dove Canterbury is im-fucking-possible.

I compare every woman I go on a date with to the raven-haired vixen who stole my heart, and none of them live up to her. None are as beautiful, as caring, as deeply emotional as she is. These girls... they're shells. Empty. Beautiful, but empty. I can't feel anything for them. I refuse to fall for their charms. I find it almost disrespectful with how unoriginal it is. But Dove, Dove wasn't like that. She was fully herself, unabashed yet ashamed, innocent and yet so very broken. I'll never find that again, and deep down, I know it.

Tonight, I'm sitting at a bar, watching people come and go with an impassive expression. I've seen it all from this seat. The cougars, the barely legal girls, the bridesmaids, the bachelor parties, too. I get those guys. We all come here for one thing – to find a hole to fuck.

And there's a lot of beauty on display tonight. Pretty, sexy, voluptuous, thin, tall, petite, and all so motherfucking irresistible. I know if these women were reading my mind, they'd think I'm an asshole. Because I'm thinking of them as objects, not as people. And I know I could go home with any one of them tonight.

But I won’t because none of them are Dove Canterbury.

Because I never got my hands on Dove, I missed out on a big portion of my life. I never married. Never raised a family. I skipped out on the whole perfect life thing to make millions and fuck hundreds. Whether it was worth it or not, I still don't know.

Except there's no denying the truth. That my sick, twisted black heart wants ugly, dark, depraved things I shouldn't crave.

I don't want a child to call me Daddy.

No, in my mind, the word falls from the plump lips of a beautiful woman, one who entrusts me with her body, mind and soul. I'm her daddy, because she knows I'll take care of her pretty little mind, but also fuck her in every hole. It's something I never told Dove, ironically – the woman of my dreams doesn't even know about my sickest, most prevalent fantasy. But I already know it's not for her. She would've hated the thought. And yet I still want her.

With a groan, I toss back the remains of my tequila and set the glass down, motioning to the bartender to get me another. I'm alone tonight – I learned fast enough that taking a friend with me only meant a distraction. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here for pussy.

My eyes scan the crowd again. A group of exactly my type of women sits in a private booth a little way off. At least three of them are currently eyeing me. But I'm not going there, not yet. I need a couple more drinks to drown out the memory of Dove and get over the anger I feel at myself for my dirty little kink.

I can’t stop thinking about her. She's always on my mind. Always there, tugging at every heartstring, reminding me no other woman will ever live up to her. Dove. Fucking Dove. She ruined my life.

"Hello, handsome."

A slim arm snakes around my shoulders and a woman slips on the bar stool next to mine. Her eyes are calculating, and her lips have a cruel smirk to them. I take her in slowly, enjoying every inch of her body clad in a tight white dress, with her tits pushed up and tempting me. She's a brunette, with caramel-honeyed straight locks and her makeup done to perfection. I can smell her daddy issues from a mile away. After all, she came up to me like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Hello, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I raise my brows as the bartender slides my drink in front of me. "Weren't you just sitting over there with your friends?"

"Couldn't take my eyes off you, to be honest." Confidently, she calls over the waiter and orders some wine. I don't offer to pay. Let her play her game – she's the one who made the first move, after all. Once she has wine in her hand, she smiles again, long nails clinking against the glass. I imagine her lips shaping the word Daddy. I imagine her eyes rolling back as she comes. "And I noticed you were looking at me, too."

I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at all of them – it doesn't matter which one comes home with me tonight, as long as she's willing to be fucked. So, I stay silent, my eyes devouring her as she pretends her confidence isn't failing. I fucking love playing them like this. It makes me harder than anything else. That moment her face falls, her sweet brokenness, the moment she's just a desperate little girl again, looking for Daddy's approval.

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Tyrant Stalker (Tyrant Dynasty #2) Read Online Isabella Starling http://www.ilovenovels.com/tyrant-stalker-tyrant-dynasty-2-read-online-isabella-starling Sun, 18 Apr 2021 23:43:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/tyrant-stalker-tyrant-dynasty-2-read-online-isabella-starling Genre: Dark, Romance Authors: Isabella Starling Series: Tyrant Dynasty Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)

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This isn't love. It's obsession. NOX She escaped me once, but she won't be that lucky this time. My little bird looks even prettier with the scar I carved into her cheek. I watch her... I follow her... I wait for the right moment to take what's mine. I ruined her life once, and now it's time to clip her wings and cage her. DOVE Eight years ago, a sicko ruined my life. He cut me open and made me bleed, and I hid the truth to protect him. Now, a scar marks me as damaged goods. That's why I stay in the shadows. I trust them. Until they start talking back... And the man who took my innocence comes back to stalk me. Tyrant Stalker is a full-length dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling. Dove and Nox's story begins in Tyrant Twin, but you can read this book as a standalone.
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Prologue

Nox

Every love story has an expiration date.

I believed mine had already expired. When I tumbled into that abyss below the cliffs, I thought my life was over. But I had a guardian angel watching over me. Too bad I wasn't worthy of fucking saving.

When I woke up, they told me I'd been in a coma for six years. Six fucking years of my life, wasted while I was plugged into machines that helped me breathe.

I asked about them first. Kade and June.

They told me they were alive and well with three children. I fucking hated them even more when I found out about that. But after finding out about their happily ever after I stopped giving a damn. There was still one person though, one addiction from my past I couldn't bring myself to let go.

That addiction had a name – Dove Canterbury. I fixated on her like I had done on June before. I slowly recovered, my thoughts filled with the desire to own her again. It was in part what helped me recover, giving me the strength to overcome all the difficulties of my new life.

But I did it. I got through it all with one person on my mind – the little bird that was the only one to escape my gilded cage unscathed. Well, not completely unscathed.

I smirk as I put out my cigarette under my boot. I'm standing in an alley facing a small house on the outskirts of LA. It's busy here, busy and fucking hot. But I don't give a shit about that. All my attention is focused on the door of that house, glued to it as I wait for the only inhabitant of 1490 Westwood Boulevard to show her pretty face.

It's fucking gut-wrenching. This moment could change the rest of my life, and hers. I know where she lives now. There will be no running anymore. I've got her right in the palm of my hand.

As I wait, I notice a purple butterfly land on the handle of her front door. She's like a Disney fucking princess too, apparently, attracting critters and shit.

The door opens and out she comes. Long, flowing dark locks, glossy, hiding her beautiful face. She doesn't wear makeup anymore, but she hasn't stopped trying. She carries herself like a woman that knows her worth, even though you'd never think it from her outfit. Baggy black clothes hide her body, but from where her wrists peek out, I can tell she's thin. Painfully so.

She looks so different than she used to. Gone is her light blonde hair, replaced with a pitch-black color. I think it's her natural hair, and it looks beautiful.

My cock hardens in my pants as I watch her leave the house. She’s carrying a small grocery bag in one hand. I’m curious as she heads into a side alley and I stay closely behind, breathing in the remnants of her scent as I follow her. I stay in the shadows, making sure she won't see me. I'm not going to expose myself so fast. No, I'm going to play Dove's mind like a goddamn instrument, pulling and playing with the strings until she's convinced she's going fucking insane. I can't fucking wait.

I watch her approach a homeless man in the alley and my fists tighten. I don't want her interacting with other men. But she doesn't seem afraid of the slumped figure on the ground. She offers him the grocery bag and they chat before she heads back home. My cock can't handle the sight of her. Six years of obsession, of dreaming about her for six goddamn years, are back to haunt me. And now she's here, the personification of all my desires, right here, at the touch of my fingertips.

I'm no longer Parker Miller. I stopped being the crazed, abused boy who was so angry at the world a long time ago. Now I'm Nox. I live in the night, in the shadows, and I'm never going to look for excuses for who I am anymore. My brother and his wife think I'm a monster. I think they're fucking right. And I'm done fighting what I should have admitted a long fucking time ago.

I watch Dove disappear back inside her house. I don't want to leave. The binds that tether me to her are pulling, taut and strong, reminding me she's the one who has the power here, because she holds my sick, twisted heart in the palm of her hand.

I fight the urge to palm my cock and turn my back to the house she lives in. I can't stay here for too long, can't risk her noticing. I have to stay in the shadows. I've been patient for so long, biding my time until I take her, steal her back, give her the home she deserves in a cage by my bed. I can keep waiting, as long as it fucking takes. Because I know she's going to end up as my goddamn property.

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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)

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I’d kill my own brother to have her… KADE: I’m in love with my stepsister. Unfortunately for me, so is my twin brother. But I’m not letting him have her. June is mine. MINE. And I’m going to own her, even if it means hurting the one I love most – my other half. JUNE: My stepbrothers and I have been torn apart because of the inheritance our parents left us. I didn’t ask for the money, but it’s mine now. And they both hate me because of it. But I’ve loved one of them in secret for years… PARKER: I’m the bad seed. The black sheep. And I’m sick of being looked down on. One way or another, I always get what I want. And what I want is my sweet, angelic stepsister.
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“One bad apple can spoil the bunch…”

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Prologue

Kade

Every man regrets certain things in his life, and most of them have to do with a woman.

I should have known from the moment June Wildfox appeared on my doorstep, holding her mother’s hand, that she would end up being my downfall. It was an instant infatuation. Those clear blue eyes, that pale skin. Her silky mass of dark waves. She was a walking obsession for me from the moment I met her.

She was off-limits from the start. And I never could resist a bite of forbidden fruit.

My name is Kade Miller, and I’ve made a huge mistake. A mistake of such epically shitty proportions, my life might fucking go up in flames at any given moment.

Problem number one: I’ve been in lust with my stepsister for years.

Sweet, innocent June, whom I first saw with her hair in pigtails wearing a cute little pink dress and with muddy knees. Naïve, easy to tease June, whom I bullied throughout her childhood.

And then, when she was a teenager, I gave her the worst punishment imaginable. I ignored her. I pretended she didn’t exist, and I didn’t give a damn.

Well, I fucked it all up. She’ll never buy that I hate her now.

Because here’s problem number two: I just fucked June Wildfox.

My twin brother Parker and I had a plan. A good fucking plan.

We wanted to take what was rightfully ours and reclaim my father’s fortune. But I never, not once thought I would become lost in those soft blue eyes, the curve of her breasts, or her hair falling down her naked back like a waterfall.

I hated her. Only months ago, I wished her dead. Hurt.

I wanted revenge. We both fucking did.

I was sure it would work. We both fucking were.

June would pay, and we’d get what our father had worked so hard for.

But as I look at her form under the duvet, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath she takes, I realize I care for June. I want to protect her from the darkness festering in my soul. The darkness she ignites with her fucking innocence. All fucking gone now because I took it in my fist, and I crushed it.

Just as I did fifteen years ago.

I’m torn between loyalty to my real sibling and a budding love for this girl—no, woman, because I just made her that—and this decision will tear me apart. I already know that.

I stroke her silky soft hair; my lips lightly brush her porcelain skin. She breathes a sigh of pleasure, and I rub my temples, realizing just how utterly fucked I am.

As far as regrets go, June Wildfox’s no-longer virgin pussy tops my motherfucking list.

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June

“What would you like to wear today, Miss Wildfox? How about your new Chanel two-piece?”

“I don’t care,” I groan, pulling my feathery-soft pillow over my head. “God, Maggie. Please shut the drapes. Nobody should be awake at this time of day.”

“But Miss Wildfox, it’s time for your four thirty a.m. yoga lesson!” Maggie clicks her tongue, torturing me by pulling the duvet cover off me.

“Please, Maggie, can’t we move it?” I’m pulling at strings, but I don’t want to get up and face another day of my boring routine. It doesn’t bring me any joy. Nothing has for freaking months. “I’m so exhausted… I’ve gotten up before five a.m. for six weeks in a row!”

“I’m sorry, Miss, but your schedule is jam-packed.”

I want to cry, but instead, I push my legs down to the hardwood walnut floor and stretch my limbs like a cat. “It’s okay, Maggie. It’ll calm down at some point, I’m sure. Any word from Kade or Parker?”

I should really stop asking at this point. Even my maid feels sorry for me. Well, they probably all do. I have four maids who work in shifts because some days, I’m on my feet for twenty hours. Each one looks at me with pity when I mention my stepbrothers.

And as I stare with empty hope at yet another one of her embarrassed-for-me frowns, I realize they’re just never going to call.

“Why don’t they want to talk to me?”

“Not this again, Miss Wildfox,” Maggie begs, groaning. “They are mean boys. You don’t want boys, Miss Wildfox. You want a man.”

“They’re my brothers.”

“Stepbrothers,” she reminds me. This time, I don’t fight her on the statement. The truth is, I only see one of them as my brother. The other is… well, the other one is Kade. “You will have to forget about them, Miss Wildfox. Keep yourself busy, and you will move on in time. They don’t deserve your energy.”

“Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe all I want is...” My words falter off, and I bite my bottom lip.

“Would you rather be in pain?” Maggie muses. “Hurting by blaming yourself forever? No, Miss Wildfox. It’s time to move on, don’t you think?”

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