Hoechlin Tyler 소설 & 이야기

"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.

I had fooled myself into thinking I was healed, that I'd grown strong enough to mention my child's death without falling apart. I was wrong. The loss of my baby remained an eternal wound in my heart, a pain so fundamental it had become part of my very being. I closed my eyes, the memories of four years ago flooding back with merciless clarity. Samuel West—the mysterious businessman whose face no one had seen—had specifically requested a marriage contract with the Bailey family's biological daughter. But Sienna, convinced that a man who wouldn't show his face must be old and hideous, had adamantly refused.

“There's still time for you. I know Zach wanted the merger so badly so he could get control of the company and use it for his shenanigans, all because he was already in deep with dangerous people. And when my father backed out, they ordered the ruin of my family to get their hands on what they wanted. The company. I know that much. All I need is a name, and you just might be spared,” Tyler's instant laughter filled the air for a second. His eyes suddenly hardened. “Do you really think it's as simple as that? No one will be spared after what you've done, Elena. My silence is exactly what’s keeping me alive. Make no mistake: when they come for you, you will not get to see them another day. I s

"You think Tyler's just twiddling his thumbs, waiting for you to get your act together? He's making moves, Hunter." "Cut to the chase, Cole. Don't give me nonsense!" "Oh, just the usual. Tyler's charming her family, he signed a venture with her father, he's being utterly gentleman-like to her as well. Everyone online is talking about him, shipping Claire him together, making fan edits. They've started to forget you even exist." "That's not true. You're saying this to bother me!" Hunter got up as his eyes darkened. He had been away from the corporate world to sort his senses. However, he was updated about what went around. He definitely knew about the venture signed between the Argent and Mur

Tyler sneered. "Once the Yeagers get here, arrange for them to stay with Old Mister Hart. Also..." "Do you need anything else?" Harry asked. "Prepare some relaxant for me." Harry was taken aback and asked, "Are you suffering from insomnia again, Mister Hart?" "It's not for me," replied Tyler casually. "Also, find me some sort of toxin that's hard to detect. It'll be ideal if it can cause inflammation on someone's face that can't be healed. I need it to destroy someone's face, if possible."

one of my staff said from the window that looked into the kitchen from behind the counter. I looked back and sure enough it was Tyler. He was this nineteen year old kid who just loved to gossip. He was a lot of fun though cos he always had all the juicy details. Also, he was a really hardworking dude. “There was a howling last night?” I asked him. Tyler was leaning on the windowsill. He had a rag in his left hand and his face just showed his desperation to spill the deets. “Well, since you asked, yes there was a howling and it was the most powerful and emotional thing I have ever experienced. I’m glad I got to be part of one in my lifetime.”

"But the boy... the one who hacked the mainframe. Tyler said the security wolves couldn't even find his scent trail. What if he targets your personal accounts next, Brooke?" "He’s a child, Paige. A well-trained rogue tool, nothing more. Once the merger with Westline Holdings is sealed behind glass in the VTN ROOM tomorrow, it won't matter who his father is. The law will recognize only one line of succession, and that line goes through me." "I hope you’re right. Because I saw Tyler’s face when he came back from the Cic Forest Marker... he looked like he’d seen a ghost with golden eyes." "Tyler is a coward who lets paperwork and pills do his fighting for him. I am a Caldwell. We don't fear gho

"How's it going, Ty? Have you cracked the code?" Tyler's voice was chillingly composed as he focused on the rapidly scrolling codes on the laptop screen. "Shh! Not yet."

One of the girl asked her, "What do you think about him?" Elaine who was lost in her own thoughts looked at her, "Huh…uhhh..he is nice." "Just nice. Elaine are you blind? Sick probably? He is Michael Tyrell the boss of the top most company 'Tyrell group' of the legendary 'Tyrell family." The girl emphasized each of the word.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”