Tex Sawyer Novels & Stories

“seventy-two hours then? I don’t think that’s quite a feat.” “ To me it is.” “ You guys are so gross,” said Sawyer whose ears were supposed to be blocked by him. She peered up at him with an extra dramatic eye roll as she added, “ I am a shifter and you guys are literally screaming in my ears, do you seriously think I won’t be able to hear you?”

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

I needed no soothsayer to tell me how the situation had drastically turned against me. Malika was looking at me now, speechless and sorry. I knew I had to save myself, to save myself a spot here tonight at least because from the look of things, Boss Kanata was seeing me as a sleuth that was sent to jeopardize his business. Fastly, I took two bold steps forward, my head high but my eyes were flickering in anxiety. My name is Tee. Aunt Rose may not be my biological sister, but she took me like one when I had nowhere to go. I just want to live and I would do anything to feed myself and carter for my basic needs as a girl child.

"It's okay Tyler, you're safe now, come back to me, everything's okay, you're safe." He would settle a little and then start again, and still he didn't awaken. I could feel his body jerk and spasm intermittently as I ran my hands soothingly over his limbs, trying in vain to calm him. Was this about me, about what had been done to me? I couldn't be sure but I thought I heard him scream for his mama. That's the sound that had awakened me in fact. But now I wasn't sure. I'd never heard anything about his other family. In fact come to think of it, none of these guys ever seemed to talk about their lives before they met.

The bandage on her hand from the car window incident itched under her glove. She kept her face blank. Sawyer walked onto the stage like he owned it. Tall, broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair and a suit that probably cost more than her car. His face was sharp, unreadable. His eyes were the color of storm clouds. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The room quieted further just from his presence. Vanessa’s stomach tightened. He moved to the podium. His gaze swept over the audience, slow and assessing. When it passed over her, it paused. Half a second. Barely noticeable.

"The bombs at the summit. How is he going to trigger them?" "I don't know!" she shouted, pulling her hand away. "I was just a researcher! I did independent work on the ley lines and the ancient foundations. I provided the maps, but I didn't provide the science. Blackwell kept the technical details in a closed loop." "Someone has to know," Sage said, looking up from her laptop. "A plan this big needs a logistics chain. He can't do it all himself." Imara shifted in her chair, her eyes darting toward Reyes, who was standing by the window. "There was a boy. Young. Not much older than a teenager. His name is Tyler."

I asked, and he nodded with a deep sigh. "Xavier will be coming after us for trapping his son!" He muttered under his breath and I shut my eyes in fear and anger, cursing that unknown person who betrayed us by releasing Xander. If only I could find that person, Kyle's POV I couldn't help jumping and squealing in great joy as I walked into my room. I stood in front of the mirror watching as my eyes glistened and dropped tears. Those were tears of joy and happiness. Endless joy surged through me in a rush. I was just too happy to even talk. My heartbeat was so fast and loud...

I straightened, "Where is Sawyer? Tell me where he is. I came here in search of him." I did much bother to add any negotiations. Hopefully, she was smart enough to not get me upset. She swallowed before reaching for her phone on the bedside table, pushing one of the guys back a bit. He glared at her, then slipped his hand under the duvet, biting his lip while looking at me. I frowned. "Keep those eyes on me and prepare to lose them in no time." He cleared his throat, looking away. The girlfriend called out to me, "He texted it to me; Theodore's Specialist Hospital, V.I."

Then, someone lifted her into their arms. Sawyer left for Eboris. The gray private jet soared into the sky, taking its passengers to a land far away. Tina kept watching it until it was out of sight. … Dexter returned to Caledon a week later. He'd brought with him a photo of Sawyer. It had been taken on the field at the school. In it, Sawyer wore a soccer outfit and had a soccer ball underneath one foot. He looked bright and energetic under the sun. Layla looked at it several times, saying happily, "He's such a handsome child."

I picked out the biggest, crispest white shirt I could find and teamed it with some black yoga pants I bought for work a few months ago when my pants split mid-shift. Next, I grabbed Isaac’s laptop and Googled Total Software Solutions. Impressive, I mused learning the company started up in 2007 in the box room of his single mother’s house. We were still in high school in 2007. Within five years it was turning over a net profit of 10 million a year, making its founder Greyson Elliot one of the richest men in the country. “So that’s why he’s so up himself,” I giggled to myself, “with money like who needs a personality?”