Hoechlin Tyler Novels & Stories

he called, his voice just loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Tyler walked in, carrying a tablet with his eyes trained on the screen. He was Celeste’s cousin and worked in HR, but was relatively laid back. He looked like he worked on a Green peace ship rather then a massive corporation. It suited him just fine and Hunter didn’t care as long as he did his job and didn’t smell.

Beside him, Dante remained a silent shadow, checking his watch every thirty seconds. The roar of rotors finally cut through the low rumble of thunder. A heavy-duty medical transport helicopter, bearing the insignia of a private Swiss surgical center, descended through the mist. As the skids touched the ground, a specialized team surged forward, shielding a pressurized, temperature-controlled organ carrier. Damian didn't wait for the rotors to stop. He moved toward the aircraft, his heart hammering in a way that had nothing to do with the wind. This was it. The life of his son was contained within that small, silver box.

“I can’t leave you. Maybe later you’ll get hurt again. What will you do without me, huh?" Tyler chuckled. “I’ll change my clothes,” said Tyler. Tyler nodded, and so did Hugo. The two climbed the stairs at the same time while they left the two in the living room. —— The door opened so everyone in the meeting room at the HQ of the hunters looked at them. Luke and Cain were there, Beatrix was next to them, and Raven, Damon, Axen, and Hugo were facing each other on either side of the table. Tyler sat down at the other end of the table to everyone’s surprise because it was so far away from them. The table is 10 feet long, so Tyler’s place is far from all of them.

Tyr explained. “Huh?” Martin was mildly confused. Tyr continued, “That Swampville City’s Master Tyler was once involved in underground boxing. Once, he was betrayed by his manager, and had his legs broken to become a cripple. He ended up being a beggar on the streets. “On the day Max Cheever and I went to find you and Vanessa, we found this Master Tyler as well. His real name is Tyler Lancaster, and he was supposedly a cripple. But after that, I helped him set his bones, so he could stand up again.

Fuck. "Tyler Preston. A twenty two year old intern at your firm. He was recently accepted into the highly coveted position. Surely you must have heard of him." The detective says. Still annoyingly cordial, almost friendly, like Linc was an old friend and they are sharing a drink. Hernandez didn't even bother to give them water or maybe they didn't ask.

She patted me on the arm before heading outside with her niece. Hector put his fingers up to his mouth and whistled. It was a moment before I recognized Týr’s Gamma running down the hall. His name was Collin and he was one of the friends that would hang around when they were in High School. I knew he was smart and I was glad when Týr made him Gamma. “Hector! What are you doing here?”

“This is pattern.” “Exactly,” Tyler said. “He doesn’t just destroy people. He experiments on them. Controls them. Disposes of them.” I straightened slowly. “Can we prove it?” Tyler exhaled. “Not yet. But I’m close.” “Close is enough,” I said. “For now.” LATER THAT DAY Chloe was discharged that afternoon. Watching her walk out of the hospital, pale but standing, our son held carefully in her arms, felt unreal. Zoe followed in a wheelchair, stubborn as ever, refusing to look fragile even when she clearly was.

That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden termination with him. "I didn't think Chloe would turn into such a lethal hunter, Ada," Tyler said, cracking the seal on a jar of mountain moonshine and taking a long draw. "The old man was begging on his knees in the snow, but her stick didn't waver once. I find her current scent rather terrifying."

Tracy looked as though she wanted to argue, but wisely kept her mouth shut. I took another deliberate sip of my wine, then placed the crystal glass back on the polished table with a decisive click. “Out with it, Tracy. What’s on your mind?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin. She cleared her throat nervously. “She’s the best person for this job, sir,” Tracy began, her voice gaining a touch more confidence. “I understand you might not appreciate her… style, but she is genuinely the best fit. I’ve reviewed over a thousand profiles, and hers is uniquely perfect.”

Her dad said and they chuckled. One of the three males on the other side of the couch wanted to say something but was a little too late as Scarlett's mom beat him to it "And who are you young man since my daughter refused to introduce you still" She said and Scarlett's face flushed from embarrassment. Tyler only chuckled "I'm Tyler Rodriguez" Tyler replied. "I know him, he is the youngest businessman close to having a billion in his bank account, and he just entered into the world of business three years ago," one of the guys said. Tyler was surprised when he heard some talking about him 'Am I already that popular?' he thought but only smiled at the guys.