Turning Red Mei X Tyler Novels & Stories

“Extra, extra! Golden Boy ditches Tyson Bennett for mysterious blonde. Please tell me he was nuts. The hot ones are always a little crazy. I like someone who might try to set my car on fire.” “He was hot,” I say, keeping my face blank, but Maxime’s smirk flashes in my brain and my mouth wants to twitch. “Just… wild. In the best possible way.” Owen raises an eyebrow. “Wild enough to make you forget about Tyson?” I try for a nonchalant shrug, peeling off my hoodie. “Better than standing around watching Tyson flirt with every guy in a three-mile radius.” Dylan laughs, stretching. “You mean better than you drooling in your corner, pining like a twelve-year-old with a crush on his babysitter? Dud

Standing right in front of me. I can see the shock written all over Tyler’s face. He recognizes me. Of course he does. And more importantly—he knows that I know. Every dirty little secret. Still, he tries to play it cool. He straightens slightly and stretches his hand out toward me for a handshake, forcing a polite smile. I don’t take it deliberately. “Oh… my bad,” Tyler mutters, awkwardly pulling his hand back. Then his gaze shifts to Maya—and the way he looks at her makes something dark twist inside me. It’s too familiar, comfortable. Like he still has a claim.

Jasmine’s POV: A symphony of emotions echoed within the chambers of my racing heart, its rhythm momentarily disrupted as Tyrel's words permeated the air, their delicate balance teetering between lighthearted banter and heartfelt honesty. The gravity of his revelation settled upon me like a captivating twist within the fabric of a thrilling narrative, captivating my thoughts in a whirlwind of intrigue. The realization that his mesmerizing crimson eyes were not an inherent facet of his status as a Red Fang Pack member, but rather a result of contact lenses, reverberated through the corridors of my mind, leaving an indelible mark.

I warned seriously and he stopped. He suddenly stood up from the bed and began taking strides to where I was. “I made my beautiful wife so annoyed and now she wants to swallow me alive.” “You're still joking right? Don't just come close to me, I mean it!” “You know it's always you and no one, you should know me by now. Even though you see me with another lady, you should trust me that nothing is happening. That young maid you just chased out is actually just eighteen years old and we surprisingly became friends and she was just telling me about friends, school and how she is preparing to go to college. It's nothing more than that,” Tyler explained himself. I calmed down a bit but I was still

Evelyn. Tyler turned his head slowly, real slow, like some cowboy in a Western showdown. “And who the hell is gonna stop me?” Leo didn’t flinch. “I am.” Then his eyes glowed. No really, they glowed. That deep red color that only came out when he was done playing nice and ready to throw hands. Tyler scoffed and turned fully to him now, his shoulders squaring up. “I’d love to see you try.” And of course, both of them had to puff out their chests like two overgrown hormonal wolves with something to prove. I swear to God, I could feel the testosterone fog forming in the air. Thick, suffocating, and incredibly annoying.

All Juniper wanted was to kill Alaric for what happened to our father, but Tyler’s request for money must have derailed her plans. Tyler froze, and then his gaze shifted from his phone to me. And with narrowed eyes, he said: “What did I say, Meadow?” Red hot anger flared in my chest at the way he spoke to me. I refused to back down. “Nothing relevant,” I bit back. Tyler’s jaw clenched, and he stepped toward me, the broken glass from earlier crunching underneath his boot. A gasp tore from my throat as he reached for my neck and squeezed. Hard. “Don’t make me ask again,” he warned.

Tyler, meanwhile, turned fully in his seat to face me, excitement practically glowing off him. ‎“It’s a long story.” “More like a chaotic one,” Cole muttered. ‎Tyler ignored him instantly. ‎“Let’s just say,” he started proudly, “I helped him get the love of his life.” ‎He paused dramatically. ‎“And she’s a very hot blonde.” ‎I laughed. ‎“After you almost hooked up with her,” Cole added dryly. ‎“That is completely irrelevant information.” ‎“You literally flirted with her first.” ‎“That’s not my fault,” Tyler defended. “My charm is overwhelming.”

Tyler laughs a hearty laugh then climbs onto the bed, it is only now I truly see him and my eyes widen as I try to scoot back and he grabs my leg staring at me with hooded eyes, there’s gold around his irises” where are you going little mate? The voice is a mixture of his and Hunters voice and it brings Piper forward in my mind, it feels like she’s licking her lips in my mind “T-Tyler I don’t think you can fit” he chuckles softly and strokes himself, never taking his eyes off me “you were made for me Red, my beautiful mate so that means there is no part of me that will not be able to fit you”

I was the little prey, terribly trembling, silently praying for my dear sanity. I looked away, hiding my hands under the table, now trembling and sweating despite the cold air. “Please leave. I still have a meeting after this.” He let out a dry and dangerous chuckle. “You’re shutting me down again.” I looked at him, horrified. “Please, Mr. Moretti.” He stared at me and then threw his phone on the table. I saw an article there. And it shocked me. ‘Matteo Moretti and Isabella Clarkson spotted together at Attorney Julian Volkov’s wedding. Are they back together?’

Now I found the reason behind me owning too many off-shoulder blouses, because they had been crazy about those stuff. Now I wasn’t a 17-year-old Tyler, a grown-up woman. Besides, I was in no mood for clinging or pretending to be someone I was not. Footsteps alerted me before I heard their voices. “Tyler! Where were you the entire morning, slut?!”