Turning Red Mei X Tyler Novels & Stories

"Oh, like you’re one to talk! Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. “Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of “Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Maeve fired back, seizing the opportunity to deflect. She turned to me, her expression morphing into one of long-suffering drama. "Kasey, you have no idea. I’m trying to move out of the dorms because of her." "What do you mean? why do you..." Tess started but Maeve cut her off. "Tyler comes over every single night at, like, midnight," Maeve continued, talking over her. "And I have to lie there, pretending to be dead asleep, while th

Says the one who was talking first. "Obviously, I do know if she is standing here. Right? Switch that god damn brain of yours on. How should she get in here otherwise?" "What the fuck? I thought you didn't know her? How many times did I ask you about her?" That guy is talking as if his dream has just come true. Great, so now I'm known as the bikini girl, with what seems to be Dean's friends. "Jesus, red is definitely your colour, mysterious girl. I'm Tyler, by the way."

Gia raises both her hands in the air, “This is exactly what I quit! You guys don’t take me seriously; you just want me in my seat working for you till the day I die!” Tyler and I exchange a strange look; this must have something to do with Red, I am sure of it, but she won’t tell us. Why? From the corner of my eye, I see Tyler curling his knuckles into tight fists, the tip of his ears red from anger. I give him a look not to tell Gia about us seeing her with Red the other day, but I am very sure that he will say it. “Is this because of Red?” Tyler explodes, oh boy. Here we go.

“You know that’s my spot.” Tyler’s voice, a low rumble, sent an unbidden shiver down my spine as he murmured, “You know I can’t resist you when you wear something like this. Red is my favorite color.” “Oh, stop it,” the woman giggled as I mimicked a gag. That was the oldest line in the book. “You’re just saying that.” Tyler sat back to look at her. “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone earnest. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

"What the fuck do you mean by you are sorry? Sorry for what? Leaving me? Do you not want to mate with me? If so, then just say it, Tyler. I get it. You don't have to pretend. I should have understood when you pushed me away the day we met. I should have known that I was hoping in vain. You are such..." My words are cut off by him as he places his soft lips on top of mine in a passionate and punishing kiss. This kiss isn't gentle like any of the others we have had. He is aggressive, yet passionate as his fingers curl around the back of my neck and his tongue explores my mouth heatedly. I moan as a feeling of happiness and acceptance bursts in my body and I open my mouth for him to kiss me dee

A smirk was fighting it's way on her face. "Stop saying that I like him. You've been saying that the whole drive here." "Ssh. The games starting." Emily said as the players came running out. I looked for Tyler - I don't know why but I did. When I spotted him in his red uniform, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked gorgeous in it. "Looking at Tyler?" Emily smirked. "No!" I said a bit too quickly. "Uh huh. Sure." Emily smiled. "I'm not!" I cried.

Matilda Sutton, my wife, and I are on our tenth wedding anniversary trip when the plane suddenly crashes. I hand her the last remaining parachute, only for her to scoff and ask, "What are you up to this time, Tyler?" I feel a sudden ache in my chest, knowing that Matilda has never loved me in our ten years of marriage. She has also seen me play the hero enough times that it doesn't even register anymore. But this time, it's a genuine matter of life and death. I push her out of the door right as flames engulf the cabin. "If there's a next life, I'll leave you alone, Matilda." Consciousness returns. I find that I've returned to the exact moment I'm about to propose to Matilda. I try to st

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"How did you and Ty meet?" I freeze, a forkful of eggs halfway to my mouth. Tyler answers smoothly. "At a club. She was with friends. I saw her, and I knew." "Knew what?" Bella asks, eyes wide. "That she was mine." The way he says it—low, intense, looking straight at me—makes my pulse spike. Bella sighs dramatically. "That's so romantic. Like fate." "Something like that," Tyler murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine.

Riley suddenly began laughing out loudly feeling victorious, so she finally won! Tyler churned his teeth in anger, feeling so pained. "So you've finally agreed? Where did all your boldness fall into? I was expecting a plot twist because you were acting like you weren't shaken by my threat? You should thank the stars that you called now. I was about to upload the video clip on the school page and also send it to Ethan's father." Riley said, still laughing out loud, and Tyler went mute. "So are you ready to spend this night with me?" Riley asked in a seductive voice.