Tex Sawyer Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

With Saywer not even aware of being a wolf, maybe I wouldn't have a problem letting her go. "She's ours and worth pursuing." "Okay, Tye," I said just to calm him down. "You should break up with Shy now and focus on finding Sawyer. She needs us. We need to mark her and make her ours." "That's not happening anytime soon. Especially since she's unaware that she's a wolf." "In due time, Krewe. She will know, and you better listen to me. Otherwise, she will leave and be someone else's mate." "Yea, yea," I shoved him back to the darkness of my mind and focused on driving.

Brandon Hayes shot Tyler Dawson a wary glance, and Tyler immediately moved in to inspect the damage. "What’s the wreckage report?" Brandon walked toward him, keeping his voice a low vibration. "Collins' pup is a surgical genius when it comes to getting under a wolf's skin." "Hah... well, count me among the rattled!" Tyler huffed, leaning back. "Isn't the kid barely four winters old? How can he be this lethal? It makes me feel like the entire Silvercrest security department belongs on the fourth line!"

West looked shocked and a little angry as he stepped out of his sister's reach. “Your job that you skipped out on left Sawyer vulnerable and he was attacked by some creature we can’t identify! He’s passed out downstairs and almost died. Whatever was in the spikes that were shot at him by creatures was toxic and magically killing him. Weaver was able to save him in time but we still have no idea what we are dealing with.” Kinsley sighed and paced as she spoke, her eyes blazing with her furry as well as the worry she was trying to keep at bay.

"Are you certain I’m the one you need?" "Positive," Tyler replied confidently. "Are you at the den? I’ll swing by and collect you. We can discuss the details on the move." "Fine," I agreed hesitantly. Tyler pulled up to the gates thirty minutes later. His vehicle was a pristine white version of the exact same model Ethan drove. "Aren't you supposed to be managing the treasury today, Mr. Dawson?" I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in. "I don't need to punch a clock," Tyler grinned. "We need your expertise in selecting a tribute."