Tayson Face Reveal Novels & Stories

Am I really alright with meeting T-Jay again, and there's no Giovanni to help me escape this room before I pass out from being in the same space as my all-time favorite idol? I shifted my gaze, my eyes locked with T-Jay's and God, he looked so ethereal. He looked too handsome and gorgeous to be real. "No!" I swallowed, squeezing my phone in my hand. "Huh?" T-Jay frowned, his beautiful lips squeezed into a grin. "What seems to be the problem?" "No. No, I mean yes." I chuckled, realising I was sounding stupid. "I'm alright." "It's really nice to meet you again," Tyler Hanson said, smiling in a way that only his upper teeth were visible. He had something like braces on his teeth, and it was sur

Tyson said, and I gasped wondering if Tyson just wanted to expose himself. Would he reveal himself to be Tyson from years ago?

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.

They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

"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.

Tay yelled and she flinched. “I don't have it,” Khloe muttered under her breath. “I said I don't have it,” she repeated. Tay retreated for a while, signalling something in the room. Khloe squinted her eyes and saw another figure which she hadn't noticed before. The large frame figure came to the light, holding something that looked like a teaser. Khloe's eyes then widened. “I bet you know what this is. And I believe you know what it can do to you,” Tay reminded and she gulped down her saliva.

Her voice was rich with doubt. She pointed, "I think he was going to show something on his phone. Some kind of headline maybe." "Absolutely no, mom." Shawn grinned, hoping he wouldn't be caught lying. "I know what he was talking about." He opened the screenshots section in his gallery to show her a picture. "Here... The waiter was probably going to show us this fan edit which is going wild on the internet. Our Tye looks like a prince, doesn't he?" "He's a prince." Tia said proudly.

My mind spins with what I should have said to him, what I should do next—until a loud, familiar voice cuts through my thoughts. “Look alive, people!” Tyson. He strides into the studio with effortless swagger, his camera bag slung over one shoulder, his broad smile lighting up the room. The sight of him is like a breath of fresh air. Tyson isn’t just another photographer. He’s an extraordinary talent and a retired p**n star with a history as complicated as my life. He’s an anchor, someone who’s known me since the start of my career. Long before Rowan, there was Tyson.

She was stuck at the cap of choosing what question to answer first. She stomped her hand over her keyboard and replied. 'Yeah... Something like that. I needed to step out. I wish you were here though. I'm at Tacobomb' Tasha placed her phone back on the table again. "Hey" a voice muttered from behind. Tasha flinched at the familiar cadence of that voice. She traced it back to a masculine face that stood right next to her. It was Taylor

They go and stand with Tyson at the front. Finally it is my turn. As Stanley and I round the corner and the alter comes into view, my eyes immediately find Tyson standing at the front, looking sexy as sin in his black tuxedo with pink tie and pink pocket square. He has a pink rose with baby’s breath tucked into his man bun, giving off some of his fun and romantic personality. When his eyes meet mine, his face lights up into one of his megawatt smiles. I think mine is reflected on my face as well. *You are the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth! I can’t wait to get you alone tonight and tear that dress off of you!* Tyson teases me through our link.