6teen Wyatt Novels & Stories

Wyatt Alpha Wyatt Harris stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, staring at himself. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and laughed at his reflection. He looked like a 50's gangster straight out of a low-budget film in his black three piece suit. He removed his jacket, tossing it onto his bed, then removed his tourses. Instead, he went to his closet and got out a pair of blue jeans and a button-up shirt.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”

Wyatt is such an ass, he doesn’t deserve to know what are true motives are. “I’m surprised you don’t have more important things to do,” Wyatt says. He grabs the handles of one of the suitcases. Unfortunately the one he grabs is mine. “Whoring around town with your legs open, for instance.” It’s a shitty insult, one that I wouldn’t even take seriously, but all four brothers start to growl. Wyatt rolls his eyes, but I spot the way his shoulders curl inwards too. He’s still afraid of the Hayes’s. Good.

Sixteen. Sixteen is this damn weird age—you're not a kid anymore, but being an adult feels like putting on a suit three sizes too big. It’s that awkward stage where you're still getting the hang of it, stumbling around, pretending to have shit figured out when, really, you’re as clueless as ever. Friendships get messier, crushes get more complicated, and everything feels like it’s got hidden layers. Suddenly, nothing’s innocent anymore. Take the cafeteria at Halloway High, where Shawn Jones, king of the shallow end of the gene pool, is strutting around like he owns the place. He’s got this cocky smirk plastered on his face, basking in all the attention he’s raking in.

That was when I was human, but the love I had for Sebastian was so much stronger. Wyatt stepped away from the shadows, the moonlight shining through the curtains. He had his tossed dirty blonde hair, his green eyes and his athletic body, which was bare of any shirt. I could see it now how he drew me in when we were in high school. Wyatt was the perfect catch, the jock, and I was the nerdy artist that kept her head in the sketchbook.

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