6teen Wyatt Novels & Stories

“I’m serious, I have evidence of this, but it doesn’t have to come to that. I really won’t tell Dylan… I just want you to tell me what I need to know.” “Come on, we’re friends.” I batted my lashes at him, and I could see him cuss under his breath. “You’re crazy, Helena, and if you must know, you’re not the only one Dylan hasn’t been banging these days. He’s just on his own, and that’s just because he’s under a lot of pressure.” “Not everyone thinks of sex 24/7; some people actually have responsibilities,” Wyatt said, shoved my hands away, and walked out without saying a word.

Zeke promised, just as Gavin had. Cillian nodded slightly and turned to Wyatt. "Is there anything you want to add to what I have planned, Wyatt?" Wyatt shook his head and smiled, saying, "Cillian, your plans are very well thought out. What else would I have to say? Besides, young people need to have the drive to work hard and take risks. Even if they make a few mistakes, we're still around, aren't we?" Cillian and Wyatt exchanged looks and laughed. Cillian stood up again and walked around the hall a few times. After Sebastian's acupuncture treatment, he felt much more relaxed. It felt as if his bones were finally listening to him again.

And the messed up situation is exhausting, doesn’t mean it doesn’t eat at me every goddamn second. Before I can speak, the crowd shifts, and I hear a voice that makes my blood turn to fucking ice. “Well, well. Didn’t know nerds could look cute.” Wyatt Morrow. Captain of Silverthorn’s hockey team. Arrogant, smirking, six-foot-two jackass. Alpha of Blackridge Pack, our packs share boundaries and we've been at each other's neck for years. He’s standing behind Calla, fresh from his own game—clearly just changed into his damn varsity jacket. Must’ve come here right after winning.

It had taken him ten years to put his operation together and he'd be damned if he was going to let any one of his players sleep through the most important weekend of his life. Wyatt had come a very long way since his high school days, and judging from his earlier conversations with the losers of his class, he felt confident that he had surpassed each and every one of them in both money and prestige. Although he put on a humble facade when he talked about his little stationery store and print shop in town, he brilliantly concealed what lie beneath. He was having such a wonderful time pretending to be the same sweet kid of his high school days, he almost began believing it himself.

Wyatt wailed dramatically. "Bear with it," Tyler Walters said, holding a cutter. The moment the cutter touched the bottle, Wyatt started squirming uncontrollably. "Doctor, your hands better not shake. I won't spare you if you hurt me. I've got connections all over this hospital!"

Wren unfolding before her. Victor hurried forward, pulling his daughter along. "Mr. Wren, so you were… We had no idea you were posing as a bodyguard. Had we known, we would never have been so inattentive. Please, don't take offense." Wyatt glanced at them coolly and raised a hand for the orchestra to stop. "Thank you all for attending," he said. His voice was calm, yet the room fell silent. "In conjunction with my birthday, I have something to announce tonight."