Tayson Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Tyler frowned. And just at this moment, Tyler’s face was shown on the TV boldly, as if he were being mocked. Whatever the reason for his face being shown so prominently on TV, I did not really know, but what I knew was that I loved the feeling. Hence, I smirked and sipped my wine.

Images of protesters banging on Taylons Enterprises' glass doors ran in continuous loops along with commentator speculation on the company's future. Headlines like "The Fall of Taylor Fury" and "From Heir to Villain: The Collapse of Taylons Enterprises" was the headline on every station. Each time it played, it sounded like the final nail in his coffin. Taylor sat in his office, eyes glued to the screen as his career imploded in front of him. The room was dark except for the blue light of the TV, strobing across his face like a strobe light. A glass of whiskey was clutched in his hand, his father's favorite brand, the amber liquid shaking with the faltering grip. The voices on the screen see

Kaya POV The first thing I see when I walk into the facility the next morning is Tom’s smug face. He’s leaning against the wall near the lockers, arms crossed, a look that says he’s been waiting for me. His phone is already in his hand, the screen tilted so I can see the headline in bold, black letters. FLYNN FETCHER: IS THE NEW HERO HIDING SOMETHING? Underneath it, a grainy photo of Flynn mid-game, helmet in one hand, sweat running down his jaw, eyes locked on something off-camera. The caption underneath, “A perfect face with a missing past”.

Tyson's Pov "What do you mean?" I inquired. There have been rumors about The Boss's face. Some said he had a scar on his face while others said he looked horrible. It didn't make any sense to me so I didn't bother about it. "I saw his face once. He looks very similar to you. But with an old scar on his face," Vic explained. Then it was true. He hid his face due to the scar on it. "Then is that why he is hiding behind a mask?" Kat asked, coming into the cell. I had forgotten she came down with us. She had been outside the cell the whole time.

Ryan stared at me like I had lost my mind. “You’re doing what?” he asked, his voice sharp with disbelief. “A face reveal,” I repeated, fastening the diamond bracelet on my wrist. Ryan ran a hand through his hair. “Bella, this is huge. No one, no one knows who Le Deon is. You built an empire in secret, avoided every press interview, every business event. And now, just like that, you’re going to show your face?” I met his gaze through the mirror, my hands steady as I adjusted my earrings. “Yes.”

The atmosphere was electric, with all eyes fixed on Tyler Hanson. I couldn't believe my eyes - was this really the same guy I'd sat with at the same table just a few nights ago? He had seen different when we had gone out with the guys for a triple date, and now, seeing him back on stage, T-Jay looked like a completely different person. Like this was his home. Tobi let out a low whistle. "He's really beautiful. No kidding." "He sure is," I agreed, smiling as I watched T-Jay do what he did best.

The revelation hung in the air, like a sudden storm cloud darkening their world. "Aren't you happy, son?" Mr. Frank's voice was tinged with hope as he looked at Taylor, awaiting his response. But Taylor's reaction was far from joyous. His face twisted with anger and disgust as he processed the revelation. He couldn't find it in himself to be happy about the newfound sibling, not when it was tied to the painful memories of betrayal and heartbreak.

"I will look forward to your response. How's your father? Haven't seen him around for a while." "On tour. Pretty busy. Excuse me." He stood unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, knowing well that more than ten pairs of eyes were on him. Tayson was the quintessence of sexy. It was as if the word was originated for him. The rousing smokey grey eyes in which the drizzles of dark embers swirled like a storm never neglected to make women weak in their knees. The raven silk hair styled to the right, a lock teasing with his defined eyebrow and kissing his forehead.

I get comfortable in his arms and let sleep consume me. **** I wake up to a smell of food. I open my eyes and find Tay in his black trouser, shirtless, placing a tray on the bed. I take a moment to take him all in his six abs. God! He is like a Greek god. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” He says with a smirk on his face. Crap! I didn’t even realize that I was gawking at him. I clear my throat and climb off the bed.

"I really am not the person you think I am." "Then show me your face." "Do you really want to see it?" "Yes." "Fine. I'll show you." He agreed. Halsey's eyes lit up. She took two steps closer, then slowly reached out to pull the black mask from his face. She was certain he was Dwight. She trusted her sixth sense. The mask came off, revealing a face covered in scars. Not the sharp, handsome features of Dwight—this face was ruined, ugly, and frightening. Halsey's eyes widened in shock. She quickly pulled back, stepping away to put some distance between them.