The Pagemaster Richard Tyler Novels & Stories

Terrence Alexander Hilton. I swallowed. So this was his room. Madame Beatrice knocked twice before opening the door. "Young Master." The room was enormous. It looked less like a bedroom and more like a private suite. Bookshelves lined one wall. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. A large television occupied another corner, while expensive furniture filled the remaining space. Then my eyes landed on him. Terrence Hilton. For a moment, I almost forgot to breathe. I had seen him countless times before.

Tyler had been nervous all day, fidgeting in the car like a kid bringing home a report card. When the front door opened, Richard filled the frame. Six-foot-four of solid, commanding muscle. Pale skin still carrying the faint bronze of desert sun, a crisp white button-down stretched across a chest that hadn’t softened with age, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with veins. Salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and those eyes—those fucking ice-blue eyes—locked onto hers the second she stepped inside. “Maya,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. His big hand swallowed hers when they shook, warm and calloused, lingering a heartbeat lo

Tyler reasoned. I knew he was right because his idea felt right as soon as he said it. Patrick was impulsive, but Richard was a man who planned. I could imagine Patrick choosing to fake my mother's death because the opportunity came up for him while Richard would have carefully considered what her reappearance on Moonglow land would do to his leadership position. "Do you think we can get Patrick to give her up?" I asked. Tyler considered to himself, squeezing my arms once before releasing me to begin pacing the floor. He seemed deep in thought so I left him to it, staying quiet. I knew Tyler could outsmart these men---but would smarts be enough when they were ruthless to a degree I'd never c

Ito ay naging isang napakatalino na hakbang para sa kanya, ngunit gayon pa man, ang paglukso ng pananampalataya sa bahagi ni Peter sa panahon ng nakababahalang oras ng buhay ni Tyler ay napakahalaga. Niyakap ni Tyler ang sarili niya. "Sa lahat ng kabaliwan na ibinabato ni Natalie sa akin, hindi ko mahanap ang aking will." Lumambot ang mukha ni Peter. Tinapik niya ang tuhod ni Tyler. "Alam ko, Tyler. Maaari kong subukang ibalik ang aming deadline ng ilang linggo pa, ngunit kailangan mong pataasin ang iyong laro. Gawin ang anumang kailangan mo, ngunit mas mabuting hanapin mong muli ang iyong panloob na boses. Inaasahan ng iyong mga mambabasa ang bagong paglabas.”

Six years old, yet his eyes carried decades of experience. “Two hundred million.” I raised my bidding paddle. Leon froze, panic flashing across his face. “Two hundred twenty million,” I added. Leon jerked. “Boss, why are we doing this? We’re after weapons, not a kid!” There was a part of me that couldn’t answer him. A voice inside whispered, louder than logic. He is mine. Nicholas Hayes. Every statistic, every potential listed in the documents ensnared me. But that wasn’t what captivated me most.

Tyler asked fearfully, giving away the fact that he was scared of Richard. The plot twist happened so fast that it befuddled the Carters. What was going on? Tyler was a gangster, was he not? How did he have a master? He was so scared of his master too—it did not make sense! With a loud thwack, Richard slapped Tyler and berated, “Very bold of you to call me a dog and break my leg, aren’t you?!” The harsh slap sent a quiver down everyone’s hearts, but Tyler was not even begrudging. Instead, he grew more frightened and was almost visibly shaking as he fell onto his knees before Richard. Slapping himself, he begged, “Master, I’m wrong. Please forgive me, Master!”

) "If it means that with your support, I can become Emperor, then I require it. Please assist me, Lady Zielle." The passion was clear in his eyes and his voice, a challenging smile touched his lips. (As expected. He didn't want to let this opportunity pass by.) But for a moment, Azazel's eyes seemed to soften. - "This is Theodore Clayton, Milady. One of the knights that I trusted. I want you to be secure at all times since you're going to be my wife." Azazel presented me to a man I had never met before. The longer I stared at his hazelnut eyes, the more mesmerizing they were because of the way the light shone over them.

At Zuleika’s permission, the intricately carved double doors, varnished with dark lacquer, smoothly swung open. Then a munchkin, a creature that was half dwarf and half fae, announced like a herald, “The honorable Greggory Alfiero, Headmaster of the Elfyre Institute for Gifted Beings and Overseer of the League of the Moon…” One by one, the names and titles of our guests were announced as they walked in. But by the time the fifth guest who I couldn’t care less about was declared as the second-in-command of the Peacemakers, my heart dropped, and fury instantly boiled in my blood.

Alastair seemed to be wealthy in every aspect. Alexis just scoffed in return and turned to her guest, "I'm so sorry for the rude interruption Mr Silver, shall we take this to another room?" She wanted to leave before she decided to claw off the Emperors hair. "I'm fine. In fact, I've just finished writing the questions." He passed the papers to Alexis and stood up. "Thank you for the tea Miss Mage, farewell your highness”. The tone he left in was respectable and not an ounce of smugness was evident. But it was clear that he was running away.

His paddle still sat untouched on the table. “You’re not going to bid?” I whispered. Tyler looked at me. “No. I’m not interested. I’ve gotten so many art collections, I can’t even count. This one isn’t for me.” “Oh…” Was all I managed to say. What else could I say? The bidding just went on and on. My heart was racing, trying to follow it all. Then the next thing I heard was… "$40,000!" It came from Mr. Richard, the same man Tyler had introduced me to earlier when we just arrived.