Turning Red Tyler X Aaron Z Novels & Stories

My mom said. "Fall in love? Athena is 17 years old and she's still a kid. Besides, Redent kept talking about uniting our companies again and again every time we meet. Maybe this is one of his plans." My dad said. "Matthew, you don't know that! What if Xander really likes Athena?" "Scarlette, Xander is a damn playboy. I know that kid is a player!" My dad bursted in an angry tone. "We don't know the truth yet so don't jump into conclusion! They went on a date once so stop overreacting!"

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * I used every ounce of strength I had to shove Tyler back. Before he could regain his balance, I swung and slapped him so hard my palm stung. “Don’t you ever dare touch me again! Get out!” I screamed. Silence followed. It was thick and oppressive. Tyler stood there, stunned, glancing between Aaron and me. Aaron didn't move an inch; he just stood there, his expression unreadable, but his presence felt like a storm ready to break.

His eyes twinkle with interest. “Hi, I’m Jeremy, one of Chris’s close friends,” He introduces himself to me and Stella with a handshake before fixing a permanent gaze on me, and I’m at a loss for what to do. I think he chose to focus on me alone after seeing Stella’s obvious baby bump. “Hi! I’m Emily Wilson, Mr. Moore’s Personal Assistant.” I smile politely. I watch Christopher release a deep breath from the corner of my eyes and find it funny that he seems tired of his dear friend’s attitude.

If Bea and Riel are a thing, and now you two start too—my single heart is not ready! [+1] [+2] [+3] [+4] [+5] [+6] [Tyler]: Guys! It’s not like that! I was just saying! [Dan]: So that is your type, huh? [Tyler]: Whatever. I’m going back to work. [Karina]: Don’t be mad, Ty. But you’re bright red right now. Who wants a picture? [Dan]: Raises hand on behalf of Midori!

Tyler, who stands opposite me and his eyes locked on mine with a big smile, winks, making me blush. The men disperse, and Ty comes forward, wrapping his arm around me and claiming my lips. "Remember, you got this. I'll be right here with you the whole time, as Asher will, Amethyst. Love you girls!" he says, speaking for himself and his wolf to me and my wolf, Amethyst. He quickly leaves, sprinting toward the men as they gather up and begin to yell their hearts out, telling us that we got this, along with the women who whoot and cheer aloud for us. I had never felt such unity in my life as I did right now.

I hope you suffer till you are dead Tyler. Xx____xX

Ty whispered through gritted teeth. "You don't need to like him to tutor him. Just tutor him. That's all," I said and started munching on my rice. "It's all because of you Caroline!" Ty grunted and started having his lunch furiously. "C'mon Tyler, it's not a big deal. And eat slow. Why are you taking your anger on food?" I asked. "Because I can't take my anger upon Aaron and you!" he said. "Do you feel like beating me? Then okay, beat me," I said.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

They exit Aaron's car, and I call, "Aaron!" Both turned to face me with quizzical looks. Aaron asks, "Don't you mean Tyler?" Head dropped I answer, "No, I need to finish our conversation." Tyler asks, "What conversation?" Aaron answers, "The only conversation I remember is how you'd leave me alone." I mumble, "It's important, Aaron." Tyler reprimands, "Whatever you want to say to my cousin needs to be said in front of me. We don't share women. So if you're here trying to be slick, it won't work!"

I glanced down and saw another text from Tyler: You asked for it. I turned the phone screen down, a bit unsettled about what Tyler was planning. My phone buzzed again, and this time I ignored it completely. “We could probably add it to the list,” Aaron says, giving my mom a baffled look. She just shrugged in response. “Yes, excellent, thank you,” I said. I wanted to crawl away from the dining room and never return. Aaron must think I’m ridiculous. Just then, I felt a finger rubbing the side of my leg. I looked down to see Tyler’s hand reaching over, rubbing my leg. Smirking, he starts to move it over my thigh.