Emma Tyler Novels & Stories

Is he sexting in office? He lifts his head as he senses my presence, "Ethan, you are next." He points towards the dark brown door to my front. His eyes stay on me for a few seconds as he assesses me silently, then goes back to texting. Wait, he is hotty's personal secretary? He is hot too! I silently walk towards the door, my heart is racing fast like it is getting late to reach somewhere. I remind myself that I’m Ethan right now, not Emara. Do not drool over him, he is just a hot, handsome sex god. That’s it.

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

His tone drips disbelief, like I’ve just confessed to carrying a loaded gun instead of a Band-Aid. Jace is instantly at my side, posture fierce, ready to school Moretti with that smug little nod he always throws at the end. “Actually, Moretti,” he says, voice clipped, “Tyler’s mom’s a doctor. Every season he’s stocked with a serious kit. Disinfectant, antibiotic cream, sterile wipes, bandages, even the glue they use instead of stitches.” I shrug, trying to sound casual, though my stomach tightens. “Yeah… though I usually leave the emergency blanket at home. It’s a pain to carry.”

"Liam Cross. Beta of this dysfunctional pack and keeper of Tyler's last remaining brain cell." Despite myself, I smile. I shake his hand. "April West." "Ah, she smiles. Good. I was worried Ty had already beaten the spirit out of you." Liam shoots Tyler a look. "You haven't, have you?" "Not yet," Tyler says flatly. "Are you going to train her or flirt with her?" "Can't I do both?" Liam winks at me, then grows more serious. "Alright, April West. Let's see what we're working with. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Chin up."

"Nope, I came to look for Chris Evans.....is he here?" Anna laughed and dragged her friend back to the bed making them sit sided by side. "You seem to be in a good mood...." Amber said with a warm smile on her face. She had gone through numerous tracings in her life and the only person she could show herself to, and be real to was this younger girl in front of her..... "I have just been granted permission to leave. Eve said that I do jot have to resume my duties immediately. Amber smiled, it already been so long since she heard such good news.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Right now everyone was serious as hell. "But we don't even have any proof. It's like he never killed everyone," Amy frustratedly said. Layla was looking into my eyes and I was doing the same. It was now or never to reveal everything. The situation was already intense and the worried look in Layla's eyes wanted me to explain everything. "T-Tyler," I paused as everyone stared at me. "Tyler abused and killed my Little sister who was only 11. He abused me and my mom alot and finally he brutally murdered my mom infront of me strangling her to death,"

Tapping her arm, her eyes flitted towards me with her brows raised. “Do you have your ID with you?” I asked and she just nodded in response. “By the way, I invited Tyler with us tonight so he’ll be here in a few minutes,” Emma said and my eyes widened in surprise. She winked at me when she saw the disconcerted look plastered on my face. “He likes to see you again.” “Tyler, huh,” Danny said. “Tell him to behave; we don’t really like being caught in trouble.” “Don’t worry, he’ll probably behave once he sees Kourtney,” Emma teased as Amanda giggled beside her. “This is gonna be so fun,” she uttered in the enthusiasm that almost sounded like a squeal and clapped her hands together.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Kyra asked. Kyra could see the girl's surprise reaction when she saw Tyler earlier. It was as if she had seen something in Tyler that they didn't. "Ah, she knew me. Probably in a UAAP advertisement on YouTube," said Tyler. Kyra nodded. "Goodnight, my loves," Tyler said with a wink. Kyra couldn't help but smile. It was too late for her to realize that Tyler had caught her smiling. ------ "That's good, guys. How did you get the information?" Beatrix asked.