6teen Wyatt Novels & Stories

Chance replied. " Who's Wesley?" Jax and myself asked in unison. " Wyatt's twin brother, he went away to train in Scotland, now he's returning to take his duty as head warrior." Chance answered. " Wyatt has a twin?" I mumbled to myself. " Yes, fraternal not identical. I haven't seen Wesley since I was seventeen." Priscilla stated. " He's top notch, graduated head of the class. I guess he's a real ass kicker now." Chance replied.

“Alpha Wyatt! Luna Katelyn!” Wyatt and I stop in our tracks and turn towards the screams. I don’t recognize the voice, but then again, almost everyone here is new to me. I softly chuckle as a young boy, probably only around 16 with bright red hair, scurries through the crowd while he waves his hands frantically above his head, trying to get our attention.

Wyatt Wyatt sat in front of the desk at his office. He was plowing through some financial documents that needed reviewing. It was a job that would normally have taken a few days, but he had every intention of getting it done in just a few hours. He'd made the promise to Maggie and Lily that they could go to the Renaissance Fair that afternoon and he wasn't about to back out of it.

He looked at me and I cracked up. “I am not his girlfriend. He is gay you know that” “Sorry, I assumed you were together with you getting a tux” “And the fact he never let you see where he lives right” “Yeah, I thought he had a hidden life. Seeing him come get a tux with a gorges girl, I assumed you were getting married or something” “What the hell I am only 16. I am not getting married any time soon. We have an event to go to and he is my plus one. Friends only no romance at all”

WYATT POV I run after Sunny without thinking twice. I know that the words I said there will be a riddle to them. “Sunny!” and she looked at my direction. “Eh? Me?” she asked while pointing at herself. I smiled at her reaction. She is cute without her knowing she is. “Yes. I want to ask if you’re okay? I saw what happened there.” “Who are you?” “Oh. sorry. My bad. I’m Wyatt. I’m Pol Andrew's best friend. He told us about you and about the wedding. And I want to apologize for what happened during the last minute of the competition.” I sincerely told her.

Wyatt's brow furrowed as he scanned the room, but to his surprise, neither Zain nor Adrian were in attendance. Wyatt's mind raced, contemplating Adrian's absence and the potential implications. Their non-appearance only added to the uncertainty surrounding their intentions. Just as he was deep in thought, Wyatt's gaze met Marcus'. With a subtle nod, he acknowledged Marcus and exchanged a quiet greeting, mindful not to draw attention to their connection in front of others. "Alpha Wyatt Romano," the voice resonated, unmistakably Adrian. Wyatt had sensed him before. Adrian offered him a drink, a signature smirk playing on his face. His eyes exuded authority, as if poised to strip away everythin

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

He let go of the hug, "But you're talking to Hans?" I turned to him, "I've known him for a long time. That's your friend." He rolled his eyes, "Whatever." "Are you jealous?" I tilted my head. "Yeah, I am," he smirked. My brows met, "The heck?" He chuckled, "Let's go?" I just nodded and we left the condo. Because Wyatt has a car, we quickly arrived at the Five Star Hotel where his birthday party will be held. He's now 20.

Wyatt had returned to the country for almost a week. On the fourth day, Brandon Chapman, the one who held the auction, was arrested on a tip that he had vast amounts of photos of underage girls. He was taken to the police station for questioning. If everything went accordingly, he would be locked up for life. When Wyatt came out of the cellar, his assistant could barely look at his arms. "Mr. Grant, you were right. It was Mr. Dwight who reported Mr. Chapman. Shall I get you to the hospital?"