Timeless Wyatt Novels & Stories

“Hubby Wyatt.” “Be good.”

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

Nobody has the time to pay attention where I went or my eyes are still red and swollen. That's good, I took the opportunity to sit still in my seat, when my eyes touched the face of the person on the screen of the phone, my lips unwittingly bent upwards. He has not changed in a while. It's just that from an enthusiastic teenage boy, he now has the peace of mind of an adult. I am running the numbers, he might be twice my age right now, right? If it was not for that year... the present owner of the other ring is probably the one I am most familiar with.

Flashbacks, 2011... 11 years earlier "The most beautiful thing in our hearts about young love, is the truth in our hearts that it would last forever ~ ATTICUS ~ "Would you come to the shop later today Maddie?" Looking up at him shyly, Madison gave a small smile as she nodded gently. Anytime he called her Maddie, she always got weak to the core, and his husky deep voice did things to her inside. Oh, if he would just kiss her now... She wondered, biting her lips, looking up at him shyly, her eyes blinking softly trying not to meet his gaze but she failed.

Was this some sort of vacation home? Bernice had said that Wayne Wyatt wanted to be kept under the radar about the bid, other than that, there was not much information about him. Turning around, she walked back into the room. “Where are we?" She asked, alarm ringing in her head. "Please, tell me we are still in Nashville, Tennessee?” At that moment, he pushed himself off the wall where he'd been leaning, and straightened to his full height. “Let me properly introduce myself. I am Wayne Wyatt, son of Warren Wyath. King and Alpha of the Royal House of Wyatt. Leader of the pack of the Grey wolves. The protector of the plane Woede and all its hinterlands. Welcome to your new home, my human mate.

“Wow. I lost track of time. I'll be there as soon as I can.” “Okay. I'll tell the jet-ski guy,” the radio crackled. “Hurry back. There's a couple that wants to rent it.” Wyatt looked down at his own watch. He couldn't believe so much time had passed. They must have spent more time talking than he'd thought. Which never happened. It was always physical with the women he brought here. Yet, he'd spent the majority of his time with Cassie just enjoying her company. Learning about her. It had felt like no time at all. And now all he wanted was more. One taste of her was not enough.

RUBY Day two without Wyatt seemed normal. Aside from the moldy cake incident the day before, today proceeded smoothly. I even felt at ease leaving the store for lunch with my son. "What’s the time in Uncle Wyatt, Mom?" Austin asked during our lunch. Today was spaghetti and meatballs. I looked at my watch, then replied, "Around five." The country where Wyatt was staying was five hours ahead of us. Because of that, there was no call before sleep, because it was already late in Wyatt's place, and when morning came, it was almost midday there.

The thrill of danger felt just as good on the return trip. I’m full of adrenaline and energy. Why can’t I be happy? Beau sobers first, catching sight of something across the garage. Or… someone… Wyatt stands there. He’s holding a can of wax and a rag. And he’s openly glaring at us. “Stay here, Nanny,” Beau says, and starts walking toward Wyatt. “What are you going to do?” I ask. “Stay here,” he says, fiercer. I’ve never heard him snap like that.

Wyatt put both hands in his coat pockets and glanced down at Rupert Wells, saying, "What are you doing lying in front of my car? Trying to scam me?" "I...I didn't..." Wyatt reached into his wallet and took out two hundred-yuan bills. "If you're begging, do it far away from me and don't dirty my new car." After throwing the bills onto Rupert Wells' face, Wyatt didn't bother listening to anything else he had to say. With his long legs, he walked away at a fast pace to the entrance of the elevator. The store manager of the luxury boutique had long been waiting there. "Mr. Durham, it's been a while since you last came!"

I glanced around, adding, “The cave is lovely, and the moldy walls are my new favorite interior design trend. Definitely worth the price of my freedom!” The thick layer of sarcasm wasn't lost on him. His lips curled into a predatory grin. “Well, thank you, young Luna. Hospitality is my specialty. Give it a hundred stars, will you?” “Of course,” I returned, flashing a sharp, venomous smile. “I’ll be sure to tattoo your dead body with that rating when Clayton kills you.” Wyatt, instead of getting angry, threw his head back and laughed. A cold, unhinged sound. “I like you. You’re funny.”