Turning Red Mei X Tyler Novels & Stories

She prayed day and night that Tyler would get a wife like Emily. When the scandal happened and she saw Emily's face in the video, it was like the moon goddess had answered her prayers. She checked so many times to be sure that it was Emily and it was. Then, she was certain that Tyler and Emily were made for each other. She knew this was the best opportunity to get Emily and she wouldn't get it again.

Morris Clara walked out of the tyrant room, and only when she got in the car did she breathe a sigh of relief Two days, it will be over between her and Christ. What should she do? What can she do? Christ still has no clue about the proposal and her parents do not know what to decide, one wrong step and their life will be at risk. No, their lives are at the mercy of the tyrant.

Miles averted his gaze, his cheeks reddening slightly, while Tyler broke into a mischievous grin. "Guilty as charged," Tyler admitted, his eyes twinkling. "So you did, I see. By the way, Ty, can you show your face around before you hide yourself away again from the crowd? Because some bitches won't stop bothering me asking for you," I said with a hint of frustration in my voice, so both Miles and I laughed. They both looked at each other for a few seconds as if Tyler were asking Miles' permission before he spoke again. What's up with them?

I inquired, my voice laced with anticipation. Tyler's expression grew serious as he spoke, my words carrying the weight of authority. "I'll do what is right. I'll take Crest pack from Julian," he declared, my voice filled with conviction. I sensed his unyielding and I knew there was something more to him wanting to do. After our conversation about taking action against Julian, Tyler expressed his concern for Jasmine's well-being. "When she regains consciousness, let me know," he instructed, his voice filled with a combination of care and authority.

Don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Except maybe Ty and Ruby. I grab my phone and open the group chat. They're still sending worried messages. I start typing, telling them everything. About how Tyler—date Tyler, not my Ty—talked about himself the entire time. About how he lured me to his car. About what he tried to do and how I slapped him and how James nearly choked him out. The responses come fast and furious. *I'm going to KILL him* *Tomorrow at school I'm punching his face*

I see him nudge his friend and look right at me. “Damn,” he says, loud enough for me to hear. “Who knew the quiet one was hiding all that?” My heart plummets. I try to turn away, but he’s already coming over, a gross smirk on his face. Mia, the traitor, just grins and disappears. Tyler boxes me in against the wall, his body too close, his beer breath hot on my face. “Well, well. Eve. Didn’t recognize you without a book.” His fingers brush my waist and my skin crawls. “Nice costume. Or lack of one.”

coming off its edges, Tyler growling with his eyes glowing red. “Come here.” he barks, gripping my elbows as he hauls me out of the car. Red liquid marr his feature, trickling down his forehead to give him an unhinged look. Despite how bloodied he looks I can't help but notice his sharp jaw, and pointy nose with those beautiful blue eyes. “Let's get going. You are not running from us.” Ryler smirks, his eyes twisting as his nose flares up “Yeah little one, you are coming with us.” Tyler supports, fingers tightening around my arms. I whince, shoving him so hard a tight groan leaves his lips yet he doesn’t let go. “I don't want you guys, just leave me alone.” I bark, tears springing down my e

"To me you are." Charlotte hit his arm playfully. "Let's get to know each other." Tyler suggested. "Sure." "What's your favorite colour?" Tyler asked. "Blue,yours?" She replied. "Black." He smirked. "No wonder you're annoying." "I'm not honestly. I've changed for you." Tyler winked. "Since when did you start liking me?" Charlotte asked. "I don't want to talk about it." "Tell me please." Charlotte begged. "I don't want to bring bad memories." Tyler played with her hair.

Caroline: [Ty, this is Mommy.] During mealtime, Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it and opened a text message from an unknown number. The content of the message startled him, causing him to drop his fork with a clang. The sound caught Axel's attention, who then asked, "What's going on, Ty?" Tyler glanced at the nearby bodyguard and shook his head as he replied, "Nothing, I just saw the news."

"I have something to tell you." "About what, ma'am?" The teacher in front smiled before speaking again. "There was a sudden approval from the dean about this transferee. We will be having another student in this class." "It's already late, ah?" "Whoever he or she is, maybe he or she has a backer." "Class, quiet," the teacher begged, keeping everyone quiet. "I know this news is shocking for you all because... it was a bit strict here. The faculty here is pretty strict, especially if you're a transferee. You're a witness, Tyler, right?"