Tyler Durden Novels & Stories

He got his wife back, Theodore is now going face his penalty and he’s going to make sure he spend the rest of his life behind bars, Delaney also committed suicide. Everything is indeed over. “Since you’re alright and everything is solved, I’m going back now to my wife.” Tyler announced as he got to his feet standing up from the chair he was seated. “Sure but we need to talk about something.” This stopped Tyler from taking further movements in walking out of the room. He turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity. My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel. My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.

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."

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

"I have plenty of ways to deal with stubborn people like you. I'll give you one more chance. What did you say? Otherwise, you can kiss the rest of your tendons goodbye." "I didn't say anything!" Darnell shouted. "I don't even know them!" A cold smile curved Tyler's lips. "I don't like that answer. It's been a while since I last killed someone. Marcell, watch and see if I've gotten rusty." Marcell stepped back. "Okay, Tyler." The room soon filled with Darnell's screams. Blood spread across the floor as his cries grew weaker. At last, he collapsed into unconsciousness. Tyler casually wiped his hands with a towel. "Passed out already? How boring."

Fuck. "Tyler Preston. A twenty two year old intern at your firm. He was recently accepted into the highly coveted position. Surely you must have heard of him." The detective says. Still annoyingly cordial, almost friendly, like Linc was an old friend and they are sharing a drink. Hernandez didn't even bother to give them water or maybe they didn't ask.

This particular boy never showed his face and never had any pictures or distinguishing items visible in the background. This particular model never inserted anything in his ass, but would jerk off, tease his asshole, pose erotically, and do other teasing acts if the requests came in and if the money was right. This boy was sexy as hell and very well-toned. He had an incredibly sexy bubble butt and zero body hair. Matt rewatched several of the boy's past videos and racked his brain to identify him. Matt was finally beginning to narrow it down but had to go all the way back to the boy's first video to realize who the boy was. In the first video, the boy made a small mistake and showed the back

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.

“Tyler, You are sentenced to 30 lashes for your crimes against the Blue rock pack. After your sentencing You, your mother and your sister who forever banished from our territory.” Tyler’s smirk gone, replaced with horror. Leah weeps. Karen rages. But Papa raises his hand. “Choose now, Tyler, me or Tucker. Which of us do you want to fulfill your punishment?” The world seems to hold its breath and then Tyler says, “Tucker.”

Bodyguards. “Let me introduce myself properly.” Tyler said calmly. “I’m Tyler Miller.” Dennis’ face drained of colour. “And since you like names so much,” Tyler went on, “I know yours very well. Dennis Blackwood. Your company has been begging mine for funding. We were supposed to have a meeting today.” He paused. “But from what I’ve seen, there won’t be any deal.” Dennis’ lips trembled. “Tyler… Miller?” he whispered. “Mr. Miller? I…I had no idea.”