Tyler Durden Novels & Stories

He’d been an awkward kid and by the time he resembled a fucking Greek God, I knew what kind of person he was. “Ditch the loser, Ty,” Tenny said in what was probably supposed to be a seductive tone. “We haven’t had a tumble in my back seat in a while.” “I said,out,” Tyler repeated. “She probably doesn’t even know what you like,” Tenny whined. “What exactly do you think he’s doing with me?” I asked. “Because I promise you if he put his dick anywhere near me, I’d bite it off.”

I asked, trying to gather more information. Tyler pulled out his phone and scrolled through some notes. "He's a senior, like us. He's tall, athletic, brunette, all of that; he's not so popular, I don't know about his relationship status except the fact that he's very close with Charlotte, which is both surprising and suspicious, and he's got a pretty clean record. No priors, no disciplinary actions...nothing suggesting he's capable of something like this." I frowned, trying to process this. "So, he's a good, hot kid, but he tried to kill me?"

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"I've overheard at least a dozen conversations about the mysterious Sterling daughter who vanished for years and returned as a force to be reckoned with." As she spoke, I noticed a tall, dark-haired man across the ballroom watching our conversation with intense interest. He was incredibly handsome, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo that emphasized his athletic build. Something about his focused attention made me feel both intrigued and wary. "Elizabeth," I said quietly, "who is that man who's been watching us?" She followed my gaze and smiled. "That's Tyler Rodriguez, star center for the New York Titans. He's one of the most eligible bachelors in professional sports, and also one of the mo

**A few days Later – Dungeon of the SARTORI Mafia** The dungeon was dark, cold, and filled with the smell of blood. Chains rattled as Tyler, tied to a metal chair, tried to move. His face was bruised, swollen, and bleeding. His body was broken; ribs were shattered, skin was torn, and breath was ragged. Tyler was no longer a man. He was a pile of flesh barely holding on to life. Across the room stood Satan himself.

I said, knowing that Terry was the only person I could rely on for this. “What do you need?” He asked. “The player I replaced…his name is Tyler,” I started carefully. “He has been arrested because he tried to attack me; I already told you about it, and things have been made worse for him because all his wealth and assets were seized. I cannot get Tiana to undo what she has done, but Tyler’s parents need his money to survive…at least, before I can get him out of jail,” I explained extensively. “That is such a tragic thing to happen to anyone,” Terry said, automatically becoming sympathetic.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His cock was fully hard now, his hips starting to rock into my grip. "What did you have in mind?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Every hour, on the hour, I'm going to edge you. Bring you right to the brink and then stop. You're not allowed to come until midnight. Sixteen hours of constant denial." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> TYLER P.O.V _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I threw on black ripped jeans, white sneakers, a fitted dark shirt, and my varsity jacket over it. Simple. Didn’t care enough for more. Ran a hand through my hair. Good enough. When I got downstairs, Tyler was cooking and Tommy was on the couch gaming. Tyler looked over. “You look terrible.” “Thanks.” Tommy didn’t even glance away from the screen. “Adrian wake you up?” “With attempted murder.” Tyler laughed. “With the snake?” “Yes.” “That’s hilarious.” “No. It’s trauma.” Adrian walked in grabbing his keys. “Come on before we’re late.”

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.