Euphoria Tyler Novels & Stories

Tyler chuckled, pulling open his backpack. He had filled his backpack with bags of whitish powder! My eyes almost fell out of my sockets. Was the powder what I thought it to be? But Tyler was the CEO of Zeusolutions. He couldn’t stoop that low! Kevin clapped his hands, then leant closer to Tyler to take the backpack from him. “In just a short time, you managed to get so much,” he said aloud. Not believing what I had just seen, I inched forward to get a closer look. No, my Tyler may be a horny and desperate womaniser, but in no way was he a drug dealer! The fact just burned my ‘perfect’ image of Tyler to ash.

“This is what I want—for the rest of—of forever. You, Steph. Mate. Mine. Seal it—we seal it tonight.” “Claim me,” I moaned without hesitation as he nipped my ear, my jaw, my lower lip. “I am yours. You are mine. Through every trial we face, every pain we feel, every—” Tyler dropped onto the couch, pulling me into his lap again. He grunted in pain as it jarred his wounds. I pulled back, stiff-arming him with an overwhelming rush of fear. His face was twisted with lingering pain, but the moment our eyes met, it faded, returning to desire. “With you,” he promised, a finger crooking under the waistband of my undies at my hip, “I’ll endure the worst pain.”

So I went to the search bar and typed his name, Tyler Cooper, and hit search. His name popped up right away, almost like it had been waiting for me to look it up. He was the first on the list. I clicked on his profile but didn’t follow him. Thankfully, he hadn’t set his page to private, which meant I could view everything without alerting him. The first video on his feed wasn’t a pinned post—it was new. Fresh. I*******m’s sorting order made that obvious. It was his most recent upload. I opened it. And there he was—Tyler. Sitting confidently in front of a plain wall. His face was right in front of the camera. He had placed the phone at eye level and looked directly into the lens, as if he was

She leaned forward desperately and asked, "Then what, Tyler? One thing I know is that you are not married. You are not dating anyone either. What happened to Ezma then?" Her paranoid mind began to make images of what could possibly happen to her. "I-is she dead?" She gasped as that was the only possible reason why he wasn't married or dating anyone. An amused smile unleashed on Tyler's lips. He shook his head. "I wish she died but no that's not what happened to her." "Then what?" Tyler looked into her eyes. His lips lifted in a lopsided smirk as he said, "She was a cheater. A whore who loved to jump beds."

“Ty… do you think we should tell them what happened today?” Tyler’s smirk vanished instantly. He stared across the room at Jeffrey, watching his best friend laugh and swap jokes. “No. Not now.” I nodded slowly, taking another sip of my drink. “So… if the beautiful, almighty goddess Allie isn’t your type… what exactly is your type? Was it Caddy?” Tyler went still, his dark eyes freezing as he just stared at me in the crimson light. Panic flared in my chest. “Oh my God, Ty, I’m so sorry,” I stammered quickly, my expressive nature taking over as my face burned. “I didn’t mean to bring her up like that, I just—”

Don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Except maybe Ty and Ruby. I grab my phone and open the group chat. They're still sending worried messages. I start typing, telling them everything. About how Tyler—date Tyler, not my Ty—talked about himself the entire time. About how he lured me to his car. About what he tried to do and how I slapped him and how James nearly choked him out. The responses come fast and furious. *I'm going to KILL him* *Tomorrow at school I'm punching his face*

“Go to sleep. Don’t make me repeat it.” Noah immediately nodded and followed his father, while I watched them ascending the stairs. When I looked at my hand, I smiled. Why do I feel like Matteo actually cares? That night, I slept with a smile on my face despite the incident at the charity gala. And it never crossed my mind that the next day, my face would be everywhere on the social media with an accusation of leeching off a handsome tycoon, Matteo Moretti. I made it to the headline, but as a golddigger, not a victim.

I was stunned but I composed myself. “I am Tyler.” I was not lying. I was Tyler, just not 17-year-old Tyler. “No, you’re like a different person. We all knew Tyler was a wanna-be, a copycat—” “Wait, hold on a minute,” I interrupted. “Sorry,” he smiled sheepishly. “I wastrying to make my point. I liked this version of you. This confident Tyler.” I secretly sighed in relief. I didn’t want to do start explaining if everybody thought suspicious of me. Besides, they’d only think I was out of my mind if I told them the truth.

I don’t know how he manages a sentence without once lifting his face or stopping, my grip on his hair tightens as I reach it, for the first time in my life I climax. “Gods it feels as though I’ve lost Forty pounds” Tyler laughs a hearty laugh then climbs onto the bed, it is only now I truly see him and my eyes widen as I try to scoot back and he grabs my leg staring at me with hooded eyes, there’s gold around his irises” where are you going little mate?”

He is the symphony of heaven in hell’s obnoxious anthem. “What do they call you?” He echoed. “Euphoria.” His brows briefly met. “What is that? Is that a stripper name?” “Well, technically, strippers get those fake names but Sylvia wanted us to come up with one too.” Vernon bobbed his head down subtly as if letting the thought sink in. “I like Euphoria. Euphoria’s unique.” I couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. How easy of him to make me feel like I am so accepted as if none of this is ever a big deal.