Tyler Crowley Novels & Stories

paliwanag niya. "Gan'on ba?" Terry was already sounding preoccupied. Ibig sabihin, umaandar na ang utak nito. "I need some specs. Ano'ng size and coloring niya?" Propesyonal na ang tono nito. Terry was a photographic fashion model and part-time fashion designer. Kaya kabisado nito ang mga dapat gawin kapag tungkol sa mga kasuotan na ang pag-uusapan. Tyler had been reluctant to push through his idea of meddling with Arizona's wardrobe. Pero natutuwa na siya ngayon dahil nagawa niyang pukawin ang interes ng kapatid sa dating propesyon nito.

Tyler stood and smiled “ Lexi it is.” “ Does anyone want to explain why Tyler is calling this lady queen. And why was she glowing a light blue a second ago?” the new voice asked. I turned to look at him. Damn are there any ugly shifts? This guy was at least six foot tall with jet black hair that was shaved close to his head. Light brown eyes, angled jaw with five o’clock shadow. Muscles everywhere. Even with the jagged scar running from his ear to his neck he was still a handsome man. Not as handsome as my Luther or Ryan but good looking nonetheless.

Tyler's. To be continued...

"There was a boy. Young. Not much older than a teenager. His name is Tyler." "Tyler?" I repeated. "Leo’s friend," Imara said. "They were close. Leo treated him like a younger brother. Tyler was Blackwell’s golden boy for a while—fast, smart, and totally devoted. He was in charge of the courier runs between the staging grounds. If anyone knows where the final sequence is being held, it’s him." "Another name," Dante muttered, his voice dark. "Another shadow to chase." "Where is he?" I asked. "Where does Tyler hide?"

Tyler might not care that Rachel was divorced or that she had been with William before, but Sheryn was certain that no man could stomach watching the woman he liked being humiliated right in front of him. “Ahhhhh…!” Another scream from Rachel echoed from inside. The moment Tyler heard it, he froze. Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward like a madman. The men hadn’t expected him to throw his life away like this. They couldn’t stop him at all, and if someone really died here, they’d be in just as much trouble. After all, this man wasn’t some ordinary guy. He was Tyler Hunt! In Yurelia City, he had a lot of power—they were no match for him.

Mr. Tyler had been called in as a last-minute substitute for senior English at Ridgewood Academy, and from the very first day, the energy in the room shifted. He was thirty-two, six-foot-three, with a lean, athletic build from years of weekend rock climbing and boxing. His voice was low and commanding, the kind that moved across the classroom without an effort. A permanent five-o’clock shadow framed a sharp jawline, and his dark eyes had a way of pinning people in place. The girls noticed, and the boys pretended they didn’t.

The locker room smelled like sweat, wet grass, and victory. The game had been brutal—Alpha Sigma crushed their rivals from Beta Theta. Ryan slammed his locker shut, still buzzing with adrenaline, his jersey clinging to his broad, muscled chest. At twenty-one, he was the star quarterback, cocky and untouchable. Until Tyler walked in.

Tyler followed, and even from the stands Lia could see the fury behind his calm face. The game began fast. Asher was playing well, his movements smooth and calculated, but despite their efforts, Crestwood was falling behind. Then Tyler got the ball. It was like a switch flipped. He was faster, sharper, almost relentless. Within minutes, the tide turned. The scoreboard changed rapidly as Tyler cut through the opposing defense with precision and power. It wasn’t just skill there was something almost fierce, almost angry, in the way he played. By the final whistle, Crestwood High had claimed the win. The crowd went wild, cheering and chanting the players’ names.

Stepsister or not, I am kissing those lips. I pick up my glass of water and this time force myself to pay attention to what my Dad is saying only because he is pointing at me. "Tyler here is a baseball player and the face of the New York City baseball team globally. He is even the head of the team in the WOLFIE ACADEMY where they school." He keeps yapping until he says, "and you will be joining them there after your eighteenth birthday." I choke on my water and look at Dad. "S-she's going to school at the academy?" I can't help but ask. This kind of girl can't withstand the turbulence present in WOLFIES. she looks too soft to be exposed to such an environment.

“You were fucking Casey Ingalls in the drama club, Tyler. I don’t know how to make it clearer to you. That is not okay, and I should never have gone out with you in the first place.” He rolled his eyes. “It was nothing.” A crowd had begun to form around us. I hated being the center of attention and Tyler knew it. He was captain of the basketball team and played shortstop on the baseball team. Everyone who knew him loved him. That was the problem. Tyler wasn’t used to being told no. I nervously twisted the purity ring around my finger and his eyes darted to my hands. I hated the look in his eyes when he glanced back at me. It was a part pity, part defiance and a whole lot of cocky bastard.