Blurryface Tyler Novels & Stories

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”

I did not want to look like anything that could be pitied. His blue eyes moved over my face. The smirk was gone. Tyler Cross probably slept with a smirk on his face just to irritate the world. But most of it had vanished, replaced by something sharper and more controlled. “What?” he asked. I stared at him. “What?” “Your face just did that thing.” “What thing?” “The thing where you look like you’re doing long division during a car crash.” I blinked at him, almost offended by how accurate that was. He glanced toward the closet door, then back at me. “Who even was that in the room?”

Tyler looks handsome on the camera. "Miss, are you counting?" "O-okay. 1, 2 smiles," said Kyra. When the camera flashed, Kyra instantly saw the photo she had taken. Tyler looks handsome in the picture. And looking at the picture, she could feel Tyler staring at her, not at the camera, but at her. Kyra was inevitably blushing. "Thank you, Miss." the student took the camera in Kyra's hand. "You're still flushed red. "Tyler said as he approached Kyra." Aren't you still tired of running? "

“As long as I get a good view” “Okay then, you can go all the way in.” she said with a smile. At that same moment, I was interrupted by a buzz as some girls rushed over to take pictures with the handsome man I spotted with my dad's PA earlier. They brought out their phones in a picture pose and he took off the shades on his face. I saw the face of the handsome man beside my late father's PA. It was Tyler. Tyler Brooke.

He would definitely recognize me once he saw my picture. Roger shoved my ID up to the camera. I straightened as much as I could, silently pleading for Tyler to look closely. Tyler murmured. "Not bad. Pretty face. Just a little short-haired, almost boyish. And the name…" He squinted at the ID. "Bambi? Isn’t that a cartoon character?" Then he burst out laughing.

My breath stalled. “I’m really okay,” I said slowly, but the truth sat bitter on my tongue. “It… it barely shows me.” Dad exhaled, a frustrated, helpless sound. “Yes. We noticed that. It’s… strange, actually. The angles. The blurring. Whoever leaked it intentionally protected your identity more than Tyler’s.” He continued, voice quiet but firm, “Your face isn’t fully visible. Your tattoos aren’t shown clearly. The camera avoids your profile. But Tyler—” He stopped, like the words tasted wrong. “Tyler is exposed in every frame.”

I could swear I saw a hint of a smile on his deadpan face. I cleared my throat. "Good." "That usually means the opposite," Ty frowned, his brows lowered in concern. "Tell me, what did my asshöle buddy do this time?" The cashier handed me my change and I put them in my wallet. She checked Tyler out and bit her lips to hide her smile. I had to admit, he looked like he just walked out of a magazine even though he was only wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans. Unlike Hunter and his messy hair, Ty's was brushed and styled neatly.

Tyler sighs, but doesn't say anything again. His hand keeps rubbing my back, but it does little to ease the ache in my chest. It’s like trying to put a band-aid on a bullet wound. “Hey.” A voice cuts through, not directed at me. I glance up through my tears. A handsome man with multiple face piercings leans close to Tyler, his eyes scanning him with obvious interest. “Hey,” Tyler says, and I notice the faint blush creeping up his neck. “You got a minute?” He smiles, easily and confidently.

”No, No, No, this can’t be no never it’s a bad dream,” she closed her eyes and thought. She opened her eyes and turned a bit to look much to her horror Tyler’s handsome and peaceful face was in her view. She slowly freed her hair trapped under his head, when she faced him, for a while she had gone lost inside his handsome facial features. He was sleeping peacefully. He had a straight nose, oval face, and small lips, His dark black hairs were over his forehead, blowing with the breeze.

ranting to Nia—captioned “brain = mush bc of him.” Ave’s breath caught in her throat. Her life—her feelings—were being passed around like a joke. She didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Didn’t scream. She just… shut down. --- BLAKE – At That Same Moment, Tech Hallway Blake was halfway through explaining their updated wiring system to their mentor, Mr. Lancer, when Tyree burst through the door like a malfunctioning drone. “Bro.” “What?” Blake said without looking up. “Check your phone.”