Blurryface Tyler Mga Nobela at Kwento

The indent of his teeth is unmistakable. Everyone will know. I splash cold water on my face and try to finger-comb my hair into something resembling order. It doesn't work. I look like exactly what I am: a girl who got kidnapped, blackmailed, and marked against her will. When I emerge, Tyler is sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He's wearing black sweatpants and nothing else. Morning light streams through the massive windows, highlighting the network of scars across his chest and abs.

In her other hand, she held a blunt she would pause to take puffs from. "God-what is this? High school?" I shut my eyes for a long moment, almost certain I would fall asleep right here. "Close enough," Tyler shrugged, helping himself to come sit down beside me. He looked me once over, a smirk growing on his face. "Hey, pretty thing." He was attractive-carved jawline, greek god like body that could be seen through his tight v-neck. Light green eyes, oh so pretty. However, no thank you.

Tyler stood and smiled “ Lexi it is.” “ Does anyone want to explain why Tyler is calling this lady queen. And why was she glowing a light blue a second ago?” the new voice asked. I turned to look at him. Damn are there any ugly shifts? This guy was at least six foot tall with jet black hair that was shaved close to his head. Light brown eyes, angled jaw with five o’clock shadow. Muscles everywhere. Even with the jagged scar running from his ear to his neck he was still a handsome man. Not as handsome as my Luther or Ryan but good looking nonetheless.

That I'm dating a guy. ''Then let's tell them, why are you scared of telling the truth. I'm willing to face them. Let me introduce myself to them that I'm your boyfriend,'' Tyler said while sipping his bubble tea. ''Are you sure? Are you that brave to face my elder brothers?'' I asked him and he nodded confidently. ''Of course, but I don't wanna see that guy with blue eyes,'' he said and he was referring to Cassius.

I purse my lips, suddenly unsure if this is a good idea, but… “Don't you want to know if the blond guy has feelings for you?” He raises an eyebrow, catching my attention. “I'm a man, Angel. And I can tell you that nothing opens our eyes more than the threat of losing the one we love.” I hold the air in my lungs. “So… Why don't you trust me this time?” Tyler brings his hand up to my face and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, “If they're watching you through a lens, then smile for the camera and put on a show — let them see who they're messing with.”

“Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. His dark hair sticking out in all directions, fresh scratches crisscrossing over his chest in angry red lines, and a shallow wound on his cheek. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique, staring like a crazy groupie. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!”

It was a FaceTime request from Tyler. I swiped to accept, my face a mask of irritation before the image even cleared. "Really?" I snapped, skipping any pleasantries. "Spending the night at yours? Is that part of the 'strategic plan' we discussed, or has the script suddenly changed now that she’s in a short dress and a few glasses of wine?" Tyler’s face appeared on the screen. He was leaning back in a leather chair, his tie loosened and his hair slightly disheveled. He let out a low, rumbling laugh that made my stomach flip.

he said smoothly. But my eyes were on Tyler. His collar was flipped up awkwardly, and his phone was nearly slipping from his pocket. I pulled my hand free from Elvin's grip he clicked his tongue, but I ignored it and stepped up to Tyler. "Hold still," I muttered, fixing his collar with precise fingers. Then I tucked his phone in securely and brushed his hair away from his face. He looked away quickly, face burning. Huh. So he does blush. Was it just around me?

Scarlet, unfortunately, was unable to attend because she needed to visit her grandparents this weekend. I finally made it to the game area after weaving my way through the crowd, and Tyler was right there waiting for me. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned checkered red shirt on top. His brown hair with white highlights was styled in a haphazard manner, giving him a bad boy vibe. I also noticed another guy next to him, with silver eyes and pierced ears, and chin. Tyler and I hugged, and he gently lifted me off the ground. He ruffled my hair and said, "You're late." I slapped his hand away, glaring, and rearranged my hair. I mumbled, "Traffic."

His face and arms were covered with small red spots. "Aww...look at him. He looks grumpy." I said, giggling. "Yes, he didn't want to take any pictures." Rachel explained. I looked up at Tyler, who was glaring at me. He was looking exactly like he was looking in the picture right now; grumpy. "Ty, you didn't tell me that you were this adorable as a boy?" Tyler continued to glare at me, ignoring my comment. Ignoring Tyler and the daggers he was shooting my way, I continued to look at the pictures.