Tyler Crowley Novels & Stories

Libby insists. "Call who?" Asks Ty. Libby's younger brother, as he peers into the room at us three. "Hey ladies!" "Hey!" We respond. "It's none of your business." Libby tells him as he walks into her bedroom and shuts the door. He chuckles then winks at me, to which I roll my eyes. Ty's the biggest flirt ever. And who can blame him when he has the looks to match, he's around 6'3, dark skinned, attractive face, he played football in high school, but had to drop it because he had serious shoulder problems after being in a car accident. Now he's interning at an engineering firm after graduating with a BSE last summer.

Riley gently scolds starring at the four of us. Amy's eyes flicker between Ty and Tris; "Right, sorry; you're boys are handsome, Liam and they look so much like you." "I'm 4 years old and Trissy's 1 year old," Tyler announces proudly from in between Axel and me; while holding Axel's hand. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Amy asks him; squatting down in front of Tyler. Tyler looks up at me in question and I not for him to answer; "I'm Tyler Lukas Carmichael; and my bofer is Tristan Patrick-Riley Carmichael. Our daddy Luke died but we hafe a new daddy."

The group of cowardice bullies immediately ran away. Tyr went over to Tyler and squatted down to examine Tyler’s broken legs as he said, “That boxing match one month ago was collusion between your manager and someone else. There was no debt. He just thought you were too slow in making money so he used this method to exhaust you completely so they could earn a billion dollars!” Tyler stared incredulously at Tyr, his whole body trembling slightly. “Who… are you?” “Someone who can give you another chance at life.” As he spoke, Tyr smacked down hard on Tyler’s broken legs.

And their 22 year son Tyrese. *********************************** Enjoy the fast forward.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

It's like Ty has a death wish. "Great, I just have to put my books away first." He said and I nodded. "We'll show you to the lockers," I told him before walking ahead of him. "Number?" I asked curiously. "B23." Storm said blankly. "Here you go," I said when I found his locker. "Here comes Cole," Tyler said tiredly and we all looked to our left. "Ignore him," I told Storm who was busy placing his books into his locker. He's wearing a pair of black jeans and a matching black hoodie. His black hair fell into his eyes, he had very blue eyes. Storm is kind of hot.

“What about Cleo? What about this house? You think Crowe is going to shoulder the burden of whatever your medical needs will be if Tyler decides to shut you up for good.” Her eyes bulged. Her lips trembled like she wanted to argue, but I charged on. “That wasn’t just reckless. It was dumb,” he shook his head. “You gave him an advantage he didn’t know he had before, and he will use it.” “I—” “No, Vera, listen.” I hissed. “Tyler is a coward, but he's a conniving man with power, too. Men like him—men like Crowe and men much worse than both of them—don't respond to moral arguments. They face pressure with pressure. They are not ones to be forced into doing what’s right by some grand gesture.”

"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 Mitchell is doing fine. Winning the state title is icing on the cake. Way to go, Highland." 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

Coach Williams is reaching for his phone to call security for the footage when there's a sharp knock on the door. A moment later, Tyler bursts in without waiting for permission, his face pale. He looks at me for a split second before looking away. "Coach, we have a problem." "We're in the middle of something, Morrison…" "This can't wait." Tyler holds up his phone, and even from across the room, I can see it's open to a social media app. "The incident is already online. It's trending.” He then looks at me with something like sympathy. "It's bad."

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.