Tyler Crowley Novels & Stories

Jackson said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which made Erin and Charles chuckle in anticipation. As Tyler approached, his contagious enthusiasm seemed to fill the air around us. I couldn't help but notice how his dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His gray eyes sparkled with excitement, and I found myself mesmerized by his carefree spirit. "Hey, you guys!" Tyler greeted us, his voice brimming with energy. From this distance, I can smell his favorite cologne from his soccer jersey, wet from his sweat. "Hey Ty, congratulations!" Jackson greeted Tyler as they shook hands. My two friends, Erin and Charles, also joined in to congratulate and praise Tyler. It was no s

“I am not called Ice King because the name just fits; it is because I own the game. I am here now, and I am going to make everyone who has ever loved Ice King love him even harder, and I assure you that…” It happened in a flash. Tyler, who hadn’t been present because he had been sacked, rushed in like a wild beast, aiming for me to attack me. Everything else became bizarre and everyone went into a frenzy.

Stephanie's POV: At 6’5”, Tyler towered over most people, his height and presence immediately commanding attention in any room. His broad shoulders and athletic build gave him the appearance of a man who is both powerful and capable, while his chiseled jawline and neatly groomed stubble add a rugged sophistication to his look. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, was styled back neatly, revealing a high forehead and adding to his mature yet striking appearance. His hazel eyes are deep and intense, often flickering with a quiet confidence that makes him stand out.

Grover Group's product was the latest hype on the Internet, so there were many viewers in the live stream. As soon as Tyler got onto the stage, the comments began filling the comment section rapidly. "He's so handsome! Is this the boss of Grover Group? I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome!" "That's Tyler Grover! He's not even 30 years old, and yet he can already run a company as huge as Grover Group!" "He's so awesome! I'm now a fan of his!" "Ahem! Tyler and I used to study at the same university. I heard about some things related to him… If you knew the things he had done in the past, you wouldn't have complimented him, let alone become his fans."

"What do you mean? Did someone recognize you? Oh god, Clara, tell me you wore those sungla—" "No, it wasn't like that.” I interrupted rather impatiently. “The guy running the shop... do you remember Tyler Wills?" There was a beat of stunned silence on the other end of the line. Then, Ashley let out a low whistle. "Tyler Wills? The lacrosse god? The guy who spent half of senior year in detention and the other half making every girl in the zip code lose their minds? That Tyler Wills?" I nodded like she could see me.

“I’ll train properly when I come back.” “Well, you should.” Clyde wasn’t expecting much. It’s enough that his son knows how to protect himself. Tyler took a deep breath. It’s better not to say anything. He doesn’t want them to have expectations. He’s definitely planning to change a few things in his life but he would rather show it with his actions. His last monthly evaluation was barely passable. He promised to do better next time. He glanced at Luna. That other matter she mentioned, he’s going to keep it a secret for the mean time. He doesn’t want to be mocked. He’s sorely unsuitable for it in his current state.

“Yes sir, I will” “Also, get ready you’ll be handling Tyler Graham’s interviews” he said gently tucking his hands into his pockets. My colleagues broke out in gasps immediately when he mentioned Tyler Graham. Tyler Graham was a football player and he was the nation's sweetheart, he was the highest paid footballer, had a lot of fans and was quite popular among ladies. “The rest of you would be allocated appropriate jobs also as soon as possible” he concluded and with that he walked out.

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."

CHAPTER ONE TYLER Tyler Reyes – National Championship Final Northbridge Hawks vs Silverhollow Storm The arena was shaking. Deafening. The kind of loud that rattled inside your chest. “Thirty seconds!” Coach’s voice thundered behind me. I gripped my stick tighter, my gloves damp with sweat. My heart thudded like a war drum. One–one. Final period. Championship game. Twenty thousand people screaming from the stands, but I only saw him. Mason Grant.

When we stepped into the sun, a black Escalade was there, waiting for us. I walked towards it grinning. “Naomi-” I began. “Hello, Mr. Cross,” Tylson Curry stepped out. He wore a simple three piece suit, his hair fueled back to perfection. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you.” “Oh my God, Commissioner Tylson,” I shook his hand. “This is such a a honour to meet you sir,” I babbled. “Yes, an honour,” he replied. A cop walked over to us and then he unbuckled the bracelet. “I have been looking forward to watching you play again young man. Hopefully, St. Bellamy helped to hone your skills to perfection?”