Tj And Cyrus Novels & Stories

he said, raising his brows at his son. "The Jones family is the number one most popular billionaire family ever recorded in this area." We have been friends even before you were born. Because of your avoidable mistake, you cannot cut short my year's dreams." Sebastian stood up, crossed his arms, and said to his dad, "You haven't met this lady; you don't even know what she looks like." Why does it feel like you hate her?" "My word is final on that; you had better behaved yourself, and may I also remind you that you will be having a night date with Bianca when the meeting is over?" "His father and I had made reservations in one of the most expensive hotels."

“But there are seven of us. Even if you only watched and heard our songs and performances once, you would've had at least one opinion after that two or three hour concert. That TJ guy is pretty popular in the YouTube comment section after all." I looked down into the oatmeal, my grip tightening around the spoon. “That 'TJ guy' has a name, and his name is Tyler James. You should call him by his real name.” “He's the guy you talked to on the phone, a few days ago,” Jayden said, trying to seek confirmation. “Yeah?” I said, my tone expectantly. “It feels awkward to say his real name when I don't know him,” he said, avoiding my question quickly.

My hands moved up to take the stem from him, smiling as I spun and met his beautiful brown eyes. "How cute! Look at you, all domesticated. Like a big teddy bear." Cyrus teased Tobias, but his smile fell when Tobias's hand shot forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. "Not like a teddy bear! I meant a rabid wolf! A strong, very deadly rabid wolf!" I hoped Cyrus was aware of how unimpressed I was. The weak, nerdy persona he put off contradicted the power radiating from him. No wonder Cyrus needed shelter in the castle with the council and the guards. He had no idea what he was capable of.

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.

“There was a huge fight one night. Between Cyrus and that scholarship student. The next day… the boy never came back.” My heart skipped. “He just stopped showing up. No explanation. No closure.” “Did anyone report it?” I asked quietly. “He didn’t have a family. No one really pushed. And then one day, Cyrus showed up with a report claiming the guy was arrested for drug dealing.” The words hung heavy between us. “He said he saved us from getting dragged into a scandal,” Gen continued bitterly. “We fought over it. I told him this wasn’t right. That something felt off.”

"I wanted to fly to Jonborough City to find you. I guess we really are on the same wavelength." Cyrus slipped off his suit jacket, draping it over his arm as he loosened his tie with one hand. He squeezed onto the small couch beside me and replied, "Really? Of course, my wife loves no one but me." I tried to smile sincerely and said, "Of course! If you think about it, you're sharp-tongued and incredibly petty. Who else but me would be willing to marry a man like you? If I don't love you, who would?"

Tsung was seated in the club with some beautiful white ladies by his sides, but Cyrus was nowhere to be found. I walked into the ball and joined by Leighton. I ordered the DJ to stop the song, but he ignored me, and so Leighton walked up to him and said, ‘kill the damn song boy’ the DJ stared at Mr. Tsung who nodded a sign of permission at him, so he switched off the sounds.

“I’m the one in charge here. Isn’t that obvious?” I knew that Cyrus was the ringleader, and these other assholes were under his orders. But I wasn’t afraid of him. He infuriated me and I couldn’t wait to get a piece of him on a stake. But I needed to keep myself calm before my anger got me killed. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” another man said, stepping beside Cyrus. He was an older gentleman with a long white trench coat and a stethoscope around his neck. “I’m Dr. Robert Tanner. You can call me Rob.”

So, when I heard Troy's bicycle approaching, I glanced one final time at Cyrus receding in the distance, then climbed back onto my bicycle, observing him until he was completely out of sight. I lingered a little longer, waiting for the sound of Troy's bike rolling up fast and loud. I gritted my teeth, attempting to rid myself of the strange knot in my stomach that had begun troubling me the moment I realized Cyrus was sobbing. So what was with that guy, anyway? I didn't want to spook him or anything, I just wanted to see what was the deal. But he gave me this look like I was part of his strangeness. Troy zipped alongside me and slid to a stop. He pulled off his helmet, beaming as though he'd

Tony thought he was being clever. He slaughtered several residents in Building 25 to force Cyrus out of hiding. If this were a movie with a saintly protagonist, the hero would break down at this point and rush out to negotiate and "save everyone." Cyrus was not that kind of fool. He felt no guilt. In fact, he felt delighted. This was exactly what he wanted: more dead neighbors and more fear. Only when the residents panicked enough would they beg him to act.