Hoechlin Tyler Novels & Stories

“It can be. That’s good information. Are his people the same way?” “Mostly.” Kent responds. “His beta, and I use the term loosely, is a man named Tyler Lorch. Big muscles, tiny brain. He tends to beat people up and throw himself into his work. Tyler and everyone in the pack do whatever Rollo says. Don’t worry about taking notes. I have files on the Olympic Howlers that you’re welcome to pore through.”

His hair was still wet from his shower and slicked back against his skull in contrast to the golden stubble that was just beginning to show through his skin. Talen followed her into the kitchen still towel drying his hair from their shower. “Good morning, Tyler,” he smiled. “How was your night?” “It’s been years since I slept in a single,” Tyler replied. “I think I regressed a little overnight and rediscovered my inner child, so it’s chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.” “If you’re ready, Aislen,” Heath took his coffee cup to the sink. “We will grab something out.” “Heath’s not a chocolate chip fan,” Tyler wasn’t bothered. “I offered to make him one without, but he declined. His loss.”

CHAPTER 3 HAILEY We pull into the beach lot. Tyler kills the engine, hops out like nothing happened. I climb off Jake’s lap on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs under the cut-offs. He tucks himself away, smirks, and slaps my ass once as we grab the cooler. Twenty minutes later Tyler’s already flirting hard with some blonde in a red bikini. Two shots of tequila and they’re stumbling toward the public bathrooms, her giggling, his hand on her ass.

Tyler lost his ability to formulate a verbal response. “Why do you withhold the inquiry regarding my repatriation?” Chloe dispensed a glass of liquid. “Tyler, refrain from projecting pity onto my frame. I am approaching the status of Mrs. Carter. I am not an object of pity.” Tyler’s limb lost control, and the glass impacted the floor, shattering into shards. “Chloe, clarify your statement.”

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

The chill of the ice-making her goosebump as she feels the coldness penetrate through her jeans. "Oh, shit! Chloe? what the hell!? You scared me." She narrows her eyebrows looking at her for a second before looking down to clean her jeans with the napkins. Chloe chuckles sitting next to her, noticing the car is still parked outside and three great-looking guys sitting inside it. Tyler on the driver's seat, followed by Liam, gamma of the pack; and Chester, the top guard, and delta of their pack sits comfortably on the back seat. His hands resting on top of the seat as he tilts his head back to rest.

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.

"My Tyler has everything under control. Don't listen to those jealous gossips, Chloe. We’re doing better than ever." "Do you even know anything about the business, Lucy?" Chloe pushed, her voice cold. "Do you know that the valley warehouse just leaked half the signature vintage? Or that Tyler is being out-sold by a private vineyard upstate?" Lucy paused, a piece of meat halfway to her mouth. She turned her gaze to me, her eyes narrowing. "Tyler? What is she talking about?" "It’s just business, Lucy," I muttered, my throat dry. "Chloe, this isn't the place."

Katida was unstoppable as she fought to get near Elijah and the Elders' dead bodies. Herrick was striving to heal. Tyler didn't allow that. He whooshed past Herrick straight to a nearby wreckage of one of the burnt cars. He pulled out a pointy length of the ruined door. Back to Herrick, he stabbed it into his thigh, twisting and turning. “Sonofabitch!” He screamed. Tyler smiled, satisfied that his impact has being felt. “What were you saying about having my head for dinner?” He grabbed the top of the weapon, twisting deeper. “I will make sure that your death is slow and painful, Herrick.”

"The darned file on the case we are looking into currently!" "We are looking into several cases, Hamish. Earltons Buckweaver. Boman. Harkness. Jackson. Peterson. Brown. Be more specific." His voice was cool and analytical as he listed all the current big cases. His relaxed voice annoyed me. "The Earlton's!", I bit, tossing the files back and forth. File 305. File 305. Where the fuck is file 305? "From the 2005 ordeal. You know the big shabang?" I twiddled my hand into the air.