Blurryface Tyler Novels & Stories

Our classmates might not believe this if I told them. He was able to deceive Ashley for fuck's sake. My best friend. People in his everyday life who have not witnessed this part of him wouldn't believe it. "Well fuck. Open your mouth." Tyler says and pours the lukewarm content of the bottle on my face, I don't have a choice other than to open my mouth else the water goes down my nose. His face has a maniacal glint to it as he watches me struggle with drinking the water pouring down my face. It is all I can do to not cry.

I nodded. “Plus, Jack’s whole family is here, and he’s super close to all of them. And his family is great. They’re so loud and fun. I’d hate to go back to my boring family.” He laughed, but it sounded forced. “And you’re not so bad.” He gave me a sly smile. “Also, how can I say goodbye to my fantasy man, Blake?” “Ha,” I replied drily. “Well, if we do leave, you better bring Blake onto FaceTime all the time. Especially when he’s half naked. Or fully naked. Whatever he’s comfortable with.” Tyler smiled, back to his joking self.

After listening to Vicky's account, Tyler fell silent for a long while. He was clear-headed for the moment, but who was to say how long this clarity would last? He might forget everything tomorrow, or the day after, or even the next second. Suddenly, Tyler felt his head pounding, much to Vicky's shock. "Tyler, are you okay?" "I'm fine," he replied groggily. His vision blurred as he struggled to make out the features of the face before him.

It wasn’t everyday you encountered someone who smelled like ginger and citrus. Tyler fake gagged, making Elena laugh and swat my hand on her bottom away. “We were actually just sitting down here, frustrated about not finding the culprit.” I told her, and proceeded to explain to her, what Tyler had told me. “I thought things were going to be easier than that?” She asked. Which was exact what I had said earlier. “I guess it has to die with the fact that the part of his face that is visible is kinda limited and doesn’t have any unique features. Although his eyes look really menacing.

~ ISLA ~ For a moment, my mind went blank. The man standing in the doorway wasn’t just handsome. He was familiar. Very familiar, actually. That sharp jawline, those beautiful green eyes, and the easy confidence in his smile—I had seen that face countless times on magazine covers, billboards, and television screens. The one and only Tyler Grant. Hollywood’s golden star. The man who could make entire arenas scream with a single grin. And the same man we had operated on for a brain tumor just weeks ago.

Cursing at the universe for going against my plan of less attention, because now everyone in the hallway was staring at me. "This is new..girls fall at my feet but they don't do it literally " I heard, the voice definitely belonged to a male, a very cocky male. I looked up to glare at the bastard but gaped at him instead. It was Tyler miller in all his glory, he had on this disheveled bed hair thing going on at the top of his head with silk black hair, brown eyes with hints of black, and pink full lips which were curled up in an arrogant smirk...

"You can see that he is not clear like crystal. Tyler has done many bad deeds with his hands, but they are hidden, and we can't find them. That is why we are going to destroy him like this," I stood up from my place, wiping the only tear on my face and going near the board as Layla and Amy took their places.

"Just see for yourself! You'll understand when you see it! Oh my gosh, I've literally watched it three times now. It's both infuriating and insanely satisfying!" After hanging up, I hesitated for a few seconds before tapping on Tyler's profile picture. The video had been posted three days ago and already had over eight million views. Tyler was wearing a wrinkled shirt, and it looked like he hadn't shaved for days. His eyes were also bloodshot. "My name is Tyler Goff." His voice was incredibly hoarse as he continued, "I'm recording this video to clarify something that happened five years ago." As he paused, he lowered his head, and his Adam's apple bobbed. When he looked up again, his eyes we

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** "It's me." I smiled happily. "My God, I can't believe it's you." Tyler pulled me into a warm embrace. I went willingly, my arms gently wrapping around him. It still felt like a dream to me. He pulled back and held my face, staring at me unbelievably. He had changed so much. He still had his white blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. He was way taller than me, and his neatly trimmed goatee gave him a dashing appearance.

“Nope. Not today.” I reached for my phone and unlocked it, thumb automatically tapping open I*******m. The account—@wanderwithblue—lit up on the screen, a mix of sunsets, van meals, barefoot hikes, and too many pictures of Tyler looking like a golden god in various scenic backdrops. I opened a draft I’d never posted—me in a bikini, holding Tyler’s paw, both of us mid-laugh (okay, I was laughing, Tyler just looked majestic) on a beach somewhere along the Oregon coast.