Mighty Ducks Russ Tyler Novels & Stories

“You having fun?” “This resort is amazing. Did you know there's a free bowling alley? And pizza is served all day?” Tyler ran a clumsy hand through his disheveled brown hair and grinned. His arms were too long for his body since he was in the middle of yet another growth spurt. “We're still on for jet-skis in an hour, right?” “Of course! I promised, didn't I?” I responded, scooting over on my lounge chair to make space for Maddy. She sat down gratefully, stretching the awkward black cast out in front of her.

Down three glasses of water, and I am off to the safe house but not before waving at the camera at her front door and patting my stomach, signaling how full I am. I jump on a sweet ass Red Yamaha Street MT07 with a black and red helmet, and I am in heaven. Damn Rowan, you're not supposed to be happy when Harper is in misery. Get your head in the game! As I approach the safe house, I realize everyone will realize I've escaped the black building and have to explain how. Ugh. I got off this sweet crotch rocket and decided it is now or never. Type the pin to the safehouse and enter slowly. I am first seen by Tyler the Douch. Why are guys name Tyler usually dicks? As soon as I see Tyler's fugly f

said Cael. "That seems hard," said Damon. "Wait, Kyra, I heard you had a band that the MVP talked to yesterday. Which band?" Cael asked. "The Bandits," said Kyra. "Isn't that so? Seriously?" Cael asked in shock. Cael and Kyra love that band because of its beautiful songs, although rock makes sense. "They're your famous band that tours worldwide, aren't they?" Damon asked. "How did Tyler meet them?" "He's the cousin is Josh, the band vocalist," said Kyra. "So, support the program, watch it for free."

I hoped it was the latter. "Okay, so cockroaches and olives for Kate," Tyler mumbled to himself as he stared down at his phone screen. "No!" I protested. "I want bacon, mushrooms and lots of cheese!" I decided quickly. "And you, Ryder?" Tyler asked, pretending to ignore my order. "You know what I want..." Ryder said, looking at Tyler like the question was stupid. Tyler nodded, then asked, "You doing okay now?" He asked it casually, not wanting to make a big deal about it but also wanting Ryder to know that he cared.

I explain. Tyler, enamored with his uncle, suggests Apache, Chinook, and Black Hawk. He enjoys time with his uncles and their military stories, so he now knows several military words and phrases. Sky lists Remi, Buddy, or Rocky. I add Bo, Riley, and Duke. Tyler throws out Buddy, claiming that’s an elf name. Sky states we can’t have a dog named Black Hawk, and I want to exclude Rocky.

“You having fun?” “This resort is amazing. Did you know there's a free bowling alley? And pizza is served all day?” Tyler ran a clumsy hand through his disheveled brown hair and grinned. His arms were too long for his body since he was in the middle of yet another growth spurt. “We're still on for jet-skis in an hour, right?” “Of course! I promised, didn't I?” I responded, scooting over on my lounge chair to make space for Maddy. She sat down gratefully, stretching the awkward black cast out in front of her.

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.

He hugs all of us and proceeds to ask. "Has anybody seen Tyler yet? I heard he got dumped over the holiday," he says. "Yeah, and he didn't take it easily, so don't bring up the topic when he's here," I tell him. Maeve points at the entrance and sure enough, Tyler is walking up the stairs towards us. He is in navy blue jeans and a grey long sleeve tshirt. I've always liked his jade eyes, especially when he rolls them, reminds me of one of my funny uncles. Tyler pauses for a minute in the middle of the stairs, arms akimbo as he starts shaking his head and I yell at him.

He raised his shot as if to make a toast, then gulped it down. “Hey!” he shouted loudly, even though the music was blasting. A few people could still hear him loud and clear. “Call me Tyler Russo because I am going to be rich very soon. You can’t see it coming hahaha.” As he drunkenly declared this, each man at the edge of the stage pulled out their phones, scrolled to their cameras, and began filming Tyler. “Because I will soon be rich. And that no one can change this fact. I shall dance with this stripper. Something none of you have been able to do all these years.” Tyler pointed at the nearest stripper.

I tell him looking at a happy Luke. "Yuke, I miss you!" Tyler giggles as he hugs Luke tightly. My love wraps his arms carefully yet tightly around Tyler's little body; "Missed you too, Ty. Have you had a fun day?" "Yesh, Ye-um gave turtle!" Tyler says proudly. "Cool, can I see your turtle?" Luke asks. Tyler nods quickly at Luke as he tells him before he rushes away; "Yesh, go get!" Luke stands upright while helping me to do the same; entering the living room where we find the boys sitting around doing their homework as soft classical music plays in the background; the boys are home schooled.