Goodwill Sir Tyler Novels & Stories

"Why not use honorifics with Sir Alex? Do you want to die?" "I don't have much patience, don't let me repeat it a second time," Brian said coldly. Tyler was stunned for a moment. Not only was he, but I was also startled by Brian's eyes. I soon got used to his erratic personality, sometimes indifferently poetic, at other times full of laziness and ridicule, but rarely so bone-chilling. Before Tyler could react, he heard a hoarse voice behind him. "Who wants to see me?" Tyler immediately bowed respectfully to the new man. "Sir Alex, there is an impostor here; I am preparing to punish him."

I was still stunned by his action when he gestured to me that we should go to the podium but I nodded my head and we walked to the podium side by side holding hands. "This is my beloved wife and heaven knows how much I adore her and how blessed I am to have her in my life, thank you, baby, for having me and letting me in." Tyrell looked at me, I watched his expression and they were genuinely fake. Genuine to those who were present in the room but fake to me still I have him his applause, he was a great actor.

He shakes his head, deciding not to. “Really, man? You're keeping things from me now?” Anders sighs. “It's- It's just that thing with Electra.” Orion huffs. “You fuck her once and you lose a piece of you?” Orion laughs. “C’mon, man. You used to be better than this. What happened to the rich, hot, playboy tycoon lawyer? Is her cookie that good?” “Shut up, Orion.” “You can’t get enough? Is that why you’re sulking?”

“Perhaps tomorrow you can present me with someone… suitable. Otherwise, consider your tenure here concluded.” “Yes, sir,” Tracy mumbled, turning to leave. “Tracy?” Damian’s voice stopped her just as she reached the door. “Have them send up a bottle of wine. It’s been an exceptionally tedious day.” “Yes, sir,” Tracy replied politely, but as the door clicked shut behind her, a silent growl of frustration rumbled in her chest. Damian Loft wasn’t just arrogant; he was a thoroughly unpleasant and entitled jerk!

"Ano ang kailangan niya, Melda?" Nagkibit balikat si Melda. "Sabi niya sasabihin niya lang sa iyo nang personal. Pero, Sir, maganda siya. alam ko ang mga bagay na ito. Mas mabuting papasukin mo siya" Lumaki ang mga butas ng ilong ni Tyler. Kahit na gusto niya ang magiliw na karakter ni melda, madalas niyang ibinahagi ang kanyang mga opinyon sa kanya.

“You are so brave, knowing these were all your fault. You dragged my son into this mess.” “Mess?” She gasped. “How is it a mess, Sir? Aren’t you happy that your son is showing compassion to helpless kids? Aren’t you happy that he’s opening his heart to the world? This is about him living his life as a kid, Sir. He deserves it!”

He smiled as soon as he saw her. "Tyler." Just speaking his name seemed to shift the winds and, well, it was appropriate. Tyler was like a Greek god. Tall with close-cropped brown hair. Athletic, though not over-muscled by any means. He was breathtaking. The fact that he'd even smiled at her was... Well Hailey must have sacrificed the right animal to gain his favor.

Ian knew Gabe had a one-track mind, and the subject was music. “Thanks.” “I’d like to hear about how it happened though.” Tyler set the tablet on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. With his white coat and no-nonsense attitude, Gabe could see why Ty made a good doctor. He had the persona down to a T. Tyler had always been the physical opposite of Gabe. Tyler was lean like a runner where Gabe was built for contact sports. He knew Ty would take the story straight to his wife, Sissy. Those two told each other everything. But it couldn’t hurt to tell him. There wasn’t a secret to keep.

Jackson said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which made Erin and Charles chuckle in anticipation. As Tyler approached, his contagious enthusiasm seemed to fill the air around us. I couldn't help but notice how his dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His gray eyes sparkled with excitement, and I found myself mesmerized by his carefree spirit. "Hey, you guys!" Tyler greeted us, his voice brimming with energy. From this distance, I can smell his favorite cologne from his soccer jersey, wet from his sweat. "Hey Ty, congratulations!" Jackson greeted Tyler as they shook hands. My two friends, Erin and Charles, also joined in to congratulate and praise Tyler. It was no s

Isabella: [Don’t buy into the act, Collins! Ethan Carter is the one hunting for Parker Tech! It’s been Ethan all along!] I felt the buzz against my thigh and subtly checked the screen. My heart constricted into a tight, painful knot. I looked up, my gaze turning like ice as it landed on Tyler. "Did you inform Ethan of your 'interest' in my legacy?" Tyler’s warm facade didn't flicker. "I did. I sought his counsel as a mentor, and he agreed the infrastructure was worth the investment. As I mentioned, I’ve been hunting for a foothold since I finished my training."