Blurryface Tyler Novels & Stories

"Extra foam, please." “The heartbroken special? Then no charges for you.” Aria’s head immediately shot up, shocked by what she just heard. He had messy blond curls that flopped boyishly over his forehead, his green eyes soft as he looked at her. Oh wow! He's cute. She squinted her eyes at the tag on the left pocket of his branded shirt: Tyler Brooks. “I saw you sprint to class like you were being chased by a monster. Rough morning already?” Tyler asked casually, as he frothed her orders.

There he is again, shouting and commanding everyone. "Who is yelling so damn in the morning?", I saw someone coming in our direction closing his ears. I remember him, I saw him with Shane, the first time we met at the club. "What's going on here?" That blue-haired man asked. "GET LOST TYLER," Shane shouted which startled him. That blue-haired man flinched and ran in an instant. Damn, he scared the shit out of him. So, his name is Tyler. "Calm down man, I'm already taken. You don't have to worry about anything." Vlad said, but that doesn't make him look any less angry.

he murmurs, eyes soft and heavy and burning straight into me. I scroll through the comments. Thirsty. Obsessive. Insane. Fun, lighthearted for the most part. I’m about to close my phone when it hits me the stitch. A clip from a recent game. Tyler and I on the bench. Legs open, knees brushing, me hiding my mouth behind my glove, talking. Him, looking at me. Soft lips, softer eyes. Sweet. Too sweet. My blood runs cold, ice crawling under my skin, freezing every nerve.

Behind them came the voices of Calvin, Zayn, and their group as they panicked and begged for mercy, “Master Tyler, have mercy!” Tyler smiled instead, wanting to hug Tyr again. “Bro… without you, there won’t be Tyler Lancaster today. I know how to be grateful. I definitely won’t mistreat you.” However, the instant Tyler finished saying this, Tyr landed a kick in his abdomen with a loud bam. The force of the kick simply sent Tyler flying. A hint of frostiness appeared on Tyr’s face “Tyler Lancaster, do you take me for a fool?” he growled in a low voice.

It was the wind that caused the squeaking sound of the door as it penetrated the open window. A curtain blows over the desk of the man seated behind it. It slips back now and then when the wind changes direction. The figure in the chair before him lays out his work in front of him. The light of the lamp on his desk juxtaposes the reflection of light on his face. Half of his face is covered in shadow and the other is visible in the light. His eyesight allows him to see his face clearly. His twelve-year-old body quivers, as his father is in front of him. In one hand, he has a class of scots, and in the other a revolver. As a result of the distortion and conflict inside his head, the knuckles o

I flushed my face with water and tried as well as I could, to hide my uncomfortable hard on. Right as I open the door to step out, there he was. Aiden. With his poker face. I blame it on the alcohol since I had no idea why what happened next happened. I walked right up to his face and grabbed him by his tie. “Who exactly are you Aiden?” He didn’t flinch. Just stared. “You’ve had too much to drink,Tyler.” I shook my head like a kid and without thinking slammed my lips to his.

"Not fun for me. If you're done talking, can I go to the room now?" Tyler walked to me without saying anything and stared at me while I stood there waiting for him to answer me. I could feel the tension in the air. His eyes seemed like lasers as they locked with mine. He raised his hands and slowly walked towards me, his fingers still extended. My heart started beating quickly but my mind didn't seem to process it until he stopped just in front of me, so close that our noses almost touched when we both breathed, he was breathing heavily too. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth. I needed to say something, anything to break this weird situation we were standing in. I looked up into his haz

But, he suddenly stopped, and I was surprised to see his eyes widen even further than I thought possible. Tyler then turned to me with a smirk on his face. "Ah!! Screw both of you, screw all three of you," he said, showing me his phone. However, he was far away, so I couldn't see clearly. Either way, a sense of dread filled my heart because I saw that he was browsing I*******m, most likely about to post the pictures. Tom immediately stepped in and gave Tyler a punch that sent him landing on the floor. "Who the hell are you?! I am going to...!" He was saying, but Tom relentlessly continued to hit him until blood gushed from Tyler's mouth.

I fought them off and I looked at Tyler. He looked different than I remembered him. It was so strange to see his full body without any glass in between us. It was like seeing someone from TV live and in person for the first time. Tyler was tall, maybe six two or so. But built like a bean sprout, like my own daddy'd been. His arms and legs were long and spindly. He walked with his shoulder stooped slightly. His face was thin and his cheeks was real sunken in. His hair was shaved down next to nothing and it made his big ears look even bigger. He still had them soft brown eyes I could remember forever.

Tyler frowned. And just at this moment, Tyler’s face was shown on the TV boldly, as if he were being mocked. Whatever the reason for his face being shown so prominently on TV, I did not really know, but what I knew was that I loved the feeling. Hence, I smirked and sipped my wine.