Turning Red Tyler X Aaron Z Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!"

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.

Aaron nods and immediately takes his glasses off, tucking them in his pocket. "Aaron, do you understand my tutoring? Is it helping you?" Ty asks staring into Aaron's blue eyes, the next moment. Even I get goosebumps. No wonder Aaron looks completely taken aback. I'm sure something's wrong with Ty. I mean, he is suddenly talking casually to Aaron. That too staring into his eyes, making him flushed! "Y..yes.." Aaron stammers, the tip of his ears already turning red. "I just asked you cause I don't want this to be a waste of time for both you and me," Ty says huskily. Wait! Look how he completely ignored me there. He doesn't care if it's a waste of time for me.

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.

Next is Aaron, a blonde haired man, not so different from Brian. Then there is “Tyler. It’s nice to meet you.” His grip on my hand is firm, very firm. He stood taller than the rest, sandy brown hair, lean physique. He looked like a next door neighbor. I try to remove my hand but instead his grip grows a tad firmer, opening my mouth to speak only to see the rest straightening up like they are seeing the grinch.

Tyler retorted. “Aaron is cunning, Tyler. Perhaps he didn't try to get himself out of there so we would believe we have won by putting him in there. He's planning something, I can feel it.” I searched eyes with Tyler before breaking away, gritting my teeth. An eerie silence took over the office until Bea walked back in with a first aid kit and handed it to Tyler before leaving again. “If there's anything he is planning, we'll still conquer him. Aaron Walker is all talk and no show. Don't tell me you're scared of empty threats?” Tyler inquired, dressing my bleeding hand.

Scarlet, unfortunately, was unable to attend because she needed to visit her grandparents this weekend. I finally made it to the game area after weaving my way through the crowd, and Tyler was right there waiting for me. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned checkered red shirt on top. His brown hair with white highlights was styled in a haphazard manner, giving him a bad boy vibe. I also noticed another guy next to him, with silver eyes and pierced ears, and chin. Tyler and I hugged, and he gently lifted me off the ground. He ruffled my hair and said, "You're late." I slapped his hand away, glaring, and rearranged my hair. I mumbled, "Traffic."

All smiling, but deadly. My neck throbs from where they marked me, the sting sharp as a painful groan leaves my throat. The door to my side is flung open, the metal 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 charcoal eyes.

Brixlee joked, and Tyler returned the stare. "Well, If you must know, I have a date tonight, not like you would have a clue about that," Tyler replied in his typical sarcastic tone. "You're going on a date dressed in an overall red tuxedo? Dude! You look like you got hit by a tomato truck!" Brixlee retorted, laughing coyly. Tyler frowned, "I may look calm right now, but in my head I've killed you twenty times, in ten seconds, in twenty different ways."