The Pagemaster Richard Tyler Novels & Stories

Jason walked through the school gates with Tyler, Drake, and a line of men behind them. Tyler had once been a student at Silverton High, until a fight had gotten him expelled. Seeing Andrew again sent a current of excitement through him. "Mr. Lincoln. Remember me?" Andrew had never had patience for this type. "And you are?" "Hmph. I work for the Chamberlain Group now. This is my boss, Jason, the Chamberlain heir." Tyler swelled with satisfaction. "You told me I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. I work for the Chamberlains, the top family in Silverton."

Tyr explained. “Huh?” Martin was mildly confused. Tyr continued, “That Swampville City’s Master Tyler was once involved in underground boxing. Once, he was betrayed by his manager, and had his legs broken to become a cripple. He ended up being a beggar on the streets. “On the day Max Cheever and I went to find you and Vanessa, we found this Master Tyler as well. His real name is Tyler Lancaster, and he was supposedly a cripple. But after that, I helped him set his bones, so he could stand up again.

Richard was standing at the dining table. “Ah, there you are boss! I was starting to think you two were planning to sleep the day away.” Richard whispered. “Not a chance,” Leo said, pulling out a chair for Emma before sitting down himself. “I love the aroma of this pancake Emma says:. Leo's cook grinned, placing a plate of golden-brown pancakes in front of them. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily. Richard told stories about his latest adventures—something involving a broken-down car and an overly enthusiastic tow truck driver—and Emma found herself

The master key must have been in his pocket the whole time. Tyler stared up at him, frozen, exposed, jeans around his thighs, fist still wrapped around his leaking dick, phone screen frozen on the brunette mid-moan. Delgado filled the doorway. Broad shoulders blocking the light. Eyes dark, unreadable. He looked down at Tyler’s lap, then back up to his face. “Keep going,” he said. Voice low. Rough. “Show me how you finish.” Tyler’s mouth went dry. “I, I can’t, ”

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

I could only focus on his lips moving, wondering what his mouth tasted like and why his lips seemed so soft and full, so desirable to me. "Lily... I'm talking to you!" he touched my hair, waking me from my trance. "Ah... sorry!" I responded nervously, with flushed cheeks and sweaty hands. I could feel my rapidly beating heart inside me. "I want you to come work with me!" he repeated, with a playful smile. "I don't have a resume or any specialization... how can you hire a girl like me?" I asked confused, lowering my head. Tyler was a rich, educated, and kind man. He had a millionaire real estate company and had several people working for him. Tyler had houses scattered in various parts of the

’ I asked, although I had an inkling. ‘Mt Glacier. Aren't you forgetful? Or perhaps, you're stalling for time, and looking for a way to free yourself from my clutches.’ The voice went up on a high octave of laughter. I didn't reply, because that was exactly what I was doing. I felt like I'd been caught up in a dark, very dark maze. And I couldn't find my way up. ‘I’ll destroy you,’ I vowed. ‘Vicious, but I like that. Unfortunately, you're too weak to destroy me. Tyler was merely a puppet. I'm the real Master here.’ It said proudly.

"But the boy... the one who hacked the mainframe. Tyler said the security wolves couldn't even find his scent trail. What if he targets your personal accounts next, Brooke?" "He’s a child, Paige. A well-trained rogue tool, nothing more. Once the merger with Westline Holdings is sealed behind glass in the VTN ROOM tomorrow, it won't matter who his father is. The law will recognize only one line of succession, and that line goes through me." "I hope you’re right. Because I saw Tyler’s face when he came back from the Cic Forest Marker... he looked like he’d seen a ghost with golden eyes." "Tyler is a coward who lets paperwork and pills do his fighting for him. I am a Caldwell. We don't fear gho

“You’ve got a meeting. Tonight. With him.” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Yes. Ares Fontaine. The venture titan from Geneva? Billionaire, ghost investor, everyone’s wet dream. He’s here, Caleb. At this party.” I stared at her. “Are you serious?” She nodded, glowing like she wanted applause. “I did it for us.” I was stunned. I pulled her into a hug, murmuring, “That’s... incredible.” But even as I held her, my mind betrayed me.

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.