Hoechlin Tyler Novels & Stories

Tyler might not care that Rachel was divorced or that she had been with William before, but Sheryn was certain that no man could stomach watching the woman he liked being humiliated right in front of him. “Ahhhhh…!” Another scream from Rachel echoed from inside. The moment Tyler heard it, he froze. Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward like a madman. The men hadn’t expected him to throw his life away like this. They couldn’t stop him at all, and if someone really died here, they’d be in just as much trouble. After all, this man wasn’t some ordinary guy. He was Tyler Hunt! In Yurelia City, he had a lot of power—they were no match for him.

I said, and she grinned back at me. “Me too!” We walked up to the car, and Otto gave us the classic ‘it’s about time’ look. I mouthed a quick sorry before sliding into the back seat with Chloe. The drive was quiet, for just a brief moment. Then Chloe started yapping about Tyler's recent post. “He’s watching the How To Get Away With Murder series, I’m telling you, Raine. He’s going to end Tyson. Just look at his caption. He said he has murder on his mind. Remember when he talked about killing Tyson.”

Tyler responds. "I'm down," Derek says. I nod my head in agreeance, and we head over to Tyler's red Honda civic. He drives for about 30 minutes until he stops at a medium-sized yellow house with a porch in the front and a curved driveway. We get out of the car, and we enter his home. His house was very spacious; the ceiling had a hanging chandelier when you first walk in, a living room with a blue love seat, and a coffee table in the middle with a flat-screen TV hoisted up on the wall, and a stairway that led to the second floor. On the second level, there were 2 bathrooms, 2 bedrooms, and a laundry room.

“Calling it now.” “Are you doing anything useful with this?” Tyler asked. Cheyenne flopped into the seat next to him. “Of course. Loser has to change the first flaming, howling, fire-breathing poopy diaper.” Tyler immediately sat up. “I’m out. Not playing. Nope.” “Too late,” Chelsea said sweetly, highlighting his name on the sheet. “You’re already on the board.” Gunner handed Cheyenne a coffee and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “You’re aware this is wildly inappropriate, right?”

Stephanie's POV: At 6’5”, Tyler towered over most people, his height and presence immediately commanding attention in any room. His broad shoulders and athletic build gave him the appearance of a man who is both powerful and capable, while his chiseled jawline and neatly groomed stubble add a rugged sophistication to his look. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, was styled back neatly, revealing a high forehead and adding to his mature yet striking appearance. His hazel eyes are deep and intense, often flickering with a quiet confidence that makes him stand out.