Timeless Wyatt Novels & Stories

I promptly responded, my voice steadier than I felt. "Very well. Mr. Wyatt, you may begin." Gregory Wyatt stood up, buttoning his suit as he did. He was tall, probably in his late twenties, with neatly styled dark hair. He radiated the confidence of a man who has never lost a battle in the courtroom.

Shawn chuckled and asked, "Why do you look so old?" Wyatt Cross was a long time friend of Shawn. They served in the army together but Wyatt got injured and had to retire early. He started up the pub with his father-in-law who died a few years later and it seemed that even after ten years the pub was up and running. Wyatt let Shawn in and they sat inside the pub with two jugs of beer. Shawn looked at Wyatt and said, "It's been about two months now." Wyatt sighed relieved and said, "We should celebrate your release, how about I round up all the men?"

That pitiful half-corpse was none other than Wyatt's body. Wyatt had lost again! Everyone was once again speechless! Nobody knew what happened inside that cloud of dust. But that was not important anymore! What was important was that Wyatt had died miserably, and Woody had won. How powerful was that young man? Tyga and Mason yelled in joy, "You're amazing, Mr. Henderson!" They knew that he would win! Both of them felt thankful for deciding to follow Woody back then. Now, they were even more determined to do so.

Mess with me, don’t mess with my burgers. Her voice echoed in my head again, soft but stubborn. Those brown eyes that never held my gaze for long, her innocence that seemed to mock my existence, and that hair...that damn long hair that fell down her back like trouble waiting to happen. I chuckled, resisting the urge to smile. “I had to jump through the damn window. I—Mason Cyrus—sneak out like a thief? Yeah… I’ve lost it.” Grabbing my wallet, I flipped it open. My mom’s face stared back at me.

Lucas had organized a gathering, with both men and women attending. She wanted me to come too. I knew she was worried I'd stay trapped in my emotions and never pull myself out. So during the days I stayed at her place, she spent almost all her free time with me. I agreed. A change of scenery might do me good. The gathering was held at an upscale private club that Lucas partly owned. That was where I met the friend he was hosting this time–Cooper Wells. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined and scholarly.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

He gave me a shadow of a smile. Just when I was close enough. I placed a hand over his shoulder leaned into him and said, "Zack needs an assistant, someone loyal, and not afraid to get their hands dirty." "Mr. Dallas would not take that lightly … " he replied. I shrugged. "You know I enjoy making him sweat. Life would be boring otherwise," I replied. Noting now that he was distracted. I lowered my eyes to his gun tucked in the waistband of his trousers.

“Hello, Mr. Wyatt Light. I have read your introduction in the Mayberry Economic Times!” Dawn said something very dignified as she adjusted her hair in a ladylike manner. “Those are all trivial things. By the way, Samuel, as an uncle, I have to tell you that marriage is the most important thing and top priority in life. Therefore, you should not miss out on some very precious people. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it!” After that, Wyatt shook hands with Dawn and Nyla. Wyatt specialized in the chain supply of kitchen and bathroom equipment. He should not be underestimated because his business was actually quite big.

I didn’t know what to say. Wyatt sighed. “You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve managed Dylan for almost eight years. I’ve watched him write hit after hit.” “I’ve watched him sell out stadiums, and I’ve also watched him become one of the biggest artists in the country.” He paused. “But I haven’t seen him this… alive… in three years. He’s sleeping again; he laughs. He actually eats nowadays instead of just smoking all day.” “He stopped picking fights with everybody, and he even answers my calls.” A small laugh escaped him while I stood rooted to a spot, speechlessly.