Timeless Wyatt Novels & Stories

The fullness took me over another peak and I screamed out his name as he began riding me, pounding in and out before shooting his hot seed deep in me. We clung together, neither of us wanting to let go, until I reluctantly looked at the time. “I need to get some clothes on,” I said, pushing away. Wyatt grabbed at me. “I’m the king. Just tell Nellie that I said we need to postpone for an hour.” I laughed. “You tell Nellie. I’m not that brave.” Wyatt rolled over and sat up. “Neither am I,” he admitted, following me to the shower.

Tyson asked as he downed the soda that he'd sworn to his wife he'd given up. "I was late today," I admitted as I opened the baggie that held my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "you should have seen the look on Wiggins' face. It's not like I make a habit out of it or anything." "I wouldn't worry about it," Wyatt said with a wave of his hand. "Sounds like he's pissed of about shit at home, at least that's the word on the streets. It's not personal; he knows you're one of the best around."

It had taken him ten years to put his operation together and he'd be damned if he was going to let any one of his players sleep through the most important weekend of his life. Wyatt had come a very long way since his high school days, and judging from his earlier conversations with the losers of his class, he felt confident that he had surpassed each and every one of them in both money and prestige. Although he put on a humble facade when he talked about his little stationery store and print shop in town, he brilliantly concealed what lie beneath. He was having such a wonderful time pretending to be the same sweet kid of his high school days, he almost began believing it himself.

He replied, handing over the result to me. "May I excuse myself?" He asked politely and I nodded in affirmation. Wyatt is a young man of probably my age. He looked strong and dauntless and I could tell he was smart on the inside as he is on the outside. He knows when to play detective and also knows when to be humble.

It's effect had sustained by an hour longer and she believed she was slowly adjusting with his enthralling scent, not that it didn't drive her crazy anymore, but somehow she was getting used to controlling herself. "So how was my speech?" Manik's voice made her look up from her glass. "Short. Very short." she replied, shaking her glass a bit. "I thought you were about to give at least a lengthy boring motivational speech to make it seem like an office gathering." "Nah, I don't do that." he shook his head. "No one enjoys a lengthy speech at that. In fact I don't even stay in this sort of gatherings for long. Ten minutes, that's how long I stay."

Wyatt lost to Paul, and things ended on a sour note. Later, they crossed paths during the selection for the Top Ten Most Influential Young Scientists, where Wyatt faced another humiliating defeat. Their hostility was thus cemented. Wyatt was based in Echo Bay, while Paul worked in Jandersville. They rarely met more than a few times throughout the year, so Wyatt had no chance to settle the score with Paul. How could he not take full advantage of it now that the opportunity presented itself to him?

I say and his beautiful eyes meet mine once more and a small smirk appears on his lips and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Blake Pierce, I have never met a woman so infuriating, smart, incredibly stubborn, and beautiful as you. You are like the sun to me. Everything in my world revolves around you. Everything that happened in our lives was for this moment right here,” Wyatt says as he stands up and takes one step to me, ending the distance between us.

“These are all small things. I can fix them. If you don’t like the three of us hanging out together, then from now on, we won’t all meet up at the same time. “Whatever else is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll change. I swear—” I cut him off, feeling irritated. “They’re not small things. My feelings were never small. “Honestly, we were done a long time ago, whether you see it or not. “Stop calling me. I really don’t want to have to change my number.” I hung up and blocked the unfamiliar number. I stayed busy once the semester started, and it felt good. I joined ROTC, and before I knew it, I had gotten pretty tan in just a couple of weeks.

I leaned back on the couch. "Don't worry about me. You don't know what can I be to reach Sultan.So If you want to sign this deal with me then it's final. Take my help from one hand & Give your everything from the other hand." He gulped visibly. I crumbled my cigar in the ashtray & checked the time on my Rolex wristwatch. "You have time to think till midnight, tonight " Saying this I got up and left the barista, leaving Dilawar and his men in a dilemma.

But apparently, this was all mine. Eight months that have passed ever since I transferred into this place. It seemed like time itself flew fast, faster than I have thought. Today was a long tiresome day for the Clearance Day of St. Owls Academy. This was supposed to be the first day of Summer Break but instead of just chilling out, here we were busy completing the requirements.