Love Unexpected Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

A shadow suddenly cast across my table, and I looked up from my notes to find Tyler Evans, blocking my view from the front. He was a six-foot-two linebacker and Allison’s most devoted admirer, the guy who’d literally dumped his girlfriend Kayla during a game of spin the bottle just because Allison had suggested it on a whim. He just walked right past Allison’s table, headed straight toward me. He stopped next to my desk, running a hand through his sandy hair, trying for what I assumed was supposed to be a charming smile. “Hey, new girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, trying to sound smooth. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tyler. Tyler Evans. I play linebacker for—”

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.

But I hope Liam consider him playing with the team not as a substitute player. If I'm being honest, Tyler's really good. Maybe his level is above Liam. I've seen the way he play, but he never feel like he's the best player. One time I saw them practicing, I know that he could pass the other easily and score in every turn but he didn't do that. Instead he let the other took the ball from him. It's like he's giving other a chance.

The television had a collage of heads all wanting to talk about Caleb, and the smile stretched across my lips as I heard them singing his praise. "It sucks that Caleb went to that team." Tyler groaned as he shut his laptop and reached into the paper bag for his dinner. "They suck." My eyes only left the TV screen for a second while the fry in my hand flew three feet toward the bed and hit Tyler in the chest as I shushed him. He grumbled at me for wasting it as he collected the salted, fried potato chunk from the top of his blanket and popped it into his mouth.

"We need to have another talk with Ty, he needs to know that it's okay. He likes her I know he does no matter how he tries to hide that shit." "And if we want to keep him from flipping his shit over this fuckfest we'd better figure out a way to get it through his thick skull that the shit that happened in his past was not his fault and should not stand in the way of him finding happiness now." They all nodded but I knew it was going to be left up to Lo and me to deal with his ass, fucking wimps. *** Tyler ***

Raw, unfiltered, unedited evidence. “Oh, just wait and see.” I opened my phone and went to the last video I recorded. It was Tyler at the auction ceremony. I showed it to him and he became dumbfounded. Tyler Brooke is a billionaire.

His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself. Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaws' QB coach. This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close frie

] My hand froze. Even breathing hurt. I kept scrolling. Next was a private group chat with his coworkers. Coworker: [Tyler, is that crazy-loyal backup girlfriend from your hometown still waiting for you to marry her? When are you gonna tell her?] Tyler sent a helpless sticker. [Soon. I'm waiting for her to put the down payment on the condo we're buying and add me to the deed. I'm not in a rush. She is.] Everyone knew. His friends. His coworkers.

Leah sees it anyway. Tyler came into this house believing power always behaved the same way. Perhaps it usually did. Perhaps Olivia’s world had taught him that men with polished rooms and old names spoke of protection while locking doors from the outside. Daniel has not become safe in Tyler’s eyes, but he has become harder to fit into the shape Tyler brought with him. That makes Tyler more restless, not less. He looks at Olivia’s photograph half-hidden beneath Elaine’s folder, then at the closed laptop, then at Leah. The apology from earlier still hangs between them, unfinished and uneasy.

"But Landon, you need to understand that this is probably your last chance in professional hockey. If this doesn't work out, you might need to consider other career options." After hanging up with Jake, I returned to my letter, feeling a mixture of hope about the Alaska opportunity and despair about how far I had fallen from my former life. "I know you're with Tyler Rodriguez now," I wrote, having seen the media speculation about their relationship. "I'm glad you found someone who recognizes your worth from the beginning, someone who doesn't need to lose you to understand how extraordinary you are." Writing those words caused physical pain in my chest, but I knew they were true. Tyler Rodrig