Tyler Crowley Novels & Stories

Especially the boys. “Hey, Beauty! Sup!” Tyler said with a smirk as his eyes roamed Claire's body from her to toe. “Don't worry, I will take good care of you. I'm Tyler Turner, by the way, the basketball team captain. You can just call me T.T. in shirt.” Tyler continued with a grin and even offered his hand for a shake but Claire ignored him completely. “Hey, I'm Jason, Jason Murphy. Nice to meet you. I'm also from the basketball team.” Jason came forward and introduced himself with a boyish smile but was also ignored by Claire.

right, Tyler is hurt,the girl I love is in pain. More coming

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

"Thanks so much for this honor. I realize how much it means to the team. Believe me when I tell you it means a great deal to me as well. What's most important is that those kids are okay, and that Steve is doing fine. Winning the state title is icing on the cake. Way to go, Sparta!!" It took a few minutes for the coach to quiet the crowd down. He called each team member's name and asked if they wanted to speak. Several players advanced to the microphone to say a few words. Many were intimidated by the size of the crowd and said very little. Tyler Smith was a different story. When asked if he wanted to speak to the crowd, he strode forward to the front of the stage. Then he slowly raised his

“Anyone I know?” Clara's laughter was a light, airy thing. “Oh, no, I don't think so," Clara continued, shaking her head, a smile spreading out over her face. “His name is Tyler. He's sort of, you know, between things at the moment, trying to get back on his feet. A really rough time has been had by him, but he's so smart and driven. He just needed someone to believe in him, you know?” It was there. The classic move by Tyler Cook; The injured animal act, attacking the inborn goodness in good people.

Josh was leant back in his seat, like usual, and scanning his surroundings of the cafeteria whilst the rest of us spoke about minuscule issues such as the new team colours for the game tonight and also Ryan's unfortunate return to school. "The guy has been a massive dick since he was stuck inside one." Tyler announced to the rest of us, most likely knowing him more with being on the team with him. I pulled my hand to cover my lips at the small grin that fell on them. "He's only playing professional because his Dad's money got him there." "Someone sounds jealous." Josh leaned forward and stole a couple fries from Tyler's plate before leaning back again, his features remaining as passive as al

“It doesn’t. Your pack saw it. They felt the bond. You can’t hide me.” “No,” Tyler agreed. “I can use you.” Her breath hitched. “Ronan Crowe has been testing my borders for weeks,” Tyler continued. “He’s reckless. Ambitious. And very interested in leverage.” Lyra stiffened. “You’re baiting him.” “Yes.” “You’ll get me killed.” “Possibly.” She stared at him, disbelief burning through her fear. “You’re insane.” Tyler leaned in, his voice dropping. “I’m alive.” For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The torch flickered, shadows dancing across the walls.

"And your younger brother is Landon and then the youngest is Clint. The older one is Kade?" "Yeah." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "And you'll get to meet my best friend. We grew up together. He's coming home for the holidays. I'm really excited to see him." "What's his name?" "Tyler. He's a brilliant investments guy in New York, but he's home grown. We played football and went to church together as kids." He smiled as memories assaulted him. "We went to jail together for egging houses in high school too." "Jail?" Kari's eyes widened a little.

Freeda, Lia, and Elyzz got into that club so there is no way that I’m going to list my name next to them. Tyler got into two clubs, only making me out of those clubs for I don’t want to be in any club same as him. He got the sports club and music club, not that I’m interested in his recreational activities. But it was just so surprising that Tyler, the bad boy of Jackson High is going to sing in front of all people.