Mighty Ducks Russ Tyler Novels & Stories

“Oh really? Tell me more.” Lydia grinned, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, first there’s Marcus in Marketing. Tall, dark skin, always in fitted suits. He smiles at everyone and has this deep voice that makes girls in the break room giggle. Then there’s Tyler from Finance ....blonde, blue eyes, athletic build. He runs marathons on weekends. But the real catch…” She paused dramatically. “Ryder’s best friend, Rick Michaels.” “Rick Michaels?” I repeated, curious.

I was rapidly losing the will to live. Ethan crouched beside him, completely unfazed. "Hey, tiger..." Rhys sniffled, hiccupping miserably. "You know something?" He had my boy’s attention. Ethan lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I heard there's a family of ducks waiting for a very special little boy today." Ethan did a terrible quack sound. Rhys blinked. "Duckie...Quack-quacks?" "But..." Ethan held up the little white Donald Duck T-shirt. "They told me they only come out to see little boys wearing Donald." Rhys stared. "They said Bluey is nice... but Donald speaks duck."

I stuttered, showing her the paper. “As legit as it comes,” Aunt Molly replied, “The Ryder’s are looking for an Assistant for Justin Star Mckayla, Justin. Frickin. Star,” she spelled out, “you can get this job. You know Chris Ryder courtesy of Britney, just talk to him and the job is yours. Spend a few weeks with them, write a bomb ass story like you usually do and Bam!” she clapped, “just like that, you win.” I looked down at the sheet, my hand shaking slightly before looking back up at her, “a day in the life of the Ryder’s?” I asked, unsure of my own words.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

“I haven’t got it, I was kinda looking for the principal’s office” “Come on…..I’ll take you there!” she said pulls me down the hallway. * * “White Moon High!” Tyler screams as he parks his motorcycle next to Mason’s. Mason takes off his helmet and got off his motorcycle, Liam and Fabian did the same thing. “ I can’t believe we’re back!” Liam said “Yeah it feels like a dream!” Tyler said. Mason closes his eyes and inhale deeply, then his eyes snaps open at once as he feels his wolf jumping in excitement.