Tyler Durden Romane & Geschichten

Aiden's POV: Tyler was everywhere. And when I say everywhere, it is literally everywhere. Internet, Tv, news, posters, all you need to do is name that place and he's thier. It has been 24 hours since the case of Tyler has hit in public. And I'm not even sure if we should describe his position as hitting the Rick bottom because I believe that he's way underground now.

“That’s not charisma. You don’t have to persuade people to do what you want. It’s more than that. There’s this movie, Fight Club, have you seen it?” It was difficult to see her face clearly in the firelight, so I couldn’t tell if she was taking the piss. “Yes, I am aware of the movie Fight Club. What about it?” “The guy in that movie has a friend called Tyler Durden.” “I know I said I wouldn’t slap you again, but you’re pushing it.” Jenny ignored my threat. “Everyone listens to what Tyler Durden tells them because he’s buff and has great hair and he looks like Brad Pitt. Who wouldn’t listen to a guy like that, right?”

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.

Tyler chuckles, "I don't know if that's the best idea. Let's bring him inside, try to make him uncomfortable." "I like where your heads at. Let him in." Tyler opens the door and slowly eyes the guy from head to toe. "Can I help you?" He asks him pointedly. "Hey man, I'm Zack. I'm here to pick up Delilah." "Huh. Chad is it? Well, Chad, I don't think Delilah is ready. She probably forgot about your little date. You can come in and wait if you want." Zack shuffles inside the door watching Tyler cautiously. "It's Zack actually. Aren't you the drummer in that one band?"

Her face held Denise's mouth, but her blue eyes were all her daddy. As she was about to turn back to the laptop, she heard Tyler's motorcycle coming down the drive. That made her nervous. He'd been gone for right at twenty-four hours, spending time with Drew while he detoxed from the drugs he'd placed in his body. She got up from the couch, making sure that Tatum was okay before walking out to the porch and meeting him. She winced at the look on his face. There were dark circles under his eyes and his mouth sat in a grim line. She hadn't seen him look like this since the days following her attack at the hands of an informant when she was a reporter.

he warned, his voice low and menacing, eyes narrowing into a glare. "And who the hell do you think you are?" Asher shot back, trying to maintain his composure. "You really have no clue, do you?" Tyler replied, his tone dripping with hate. "Who would give a shit about you?" Asher retorted, arrogance lacing his words. Tyler took a step closer, his expression darkening. "Alright then, I am Tyler Reed, but that’s just my mother’s last name. My real name? Tyler Wilde." Asher’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"

“Lucy! Did you know Eli has fought professionally? Like, actual professional fights?” “Good morning to you too,” I tell him. From the living room couch, my cousin Tyler lifts one hand in greeting without looking away from Eli, a piece of cereal hovering forgotten between the bowl and his mouth. Tyler is seventeen, staying with us for the semester because his parents are in London for work, and he has the attention span of someone who has never met a situation he didn’t immediately try to assess for entertainment value. He has, apparently, decided that Eli is excellent entertainment.

The house is finally, perfectly silent. Mom and Jonah’s SUV disappeared down the street twenty minutes ago, taillights swallowed by the dark. Anniversary weekend. Two whole nights of freedom. I knew exactly what I was going to use it for. I don’t knock. Tyler’s door swings open, and the blue-white glow of his monitor hits me like a spotlight. He’s slouched deep in his gaming chair, grey sweatpants shoved down to mid-thigh, fist wrapped tight around his cock, slow, lazy strokes that stop the second he sees me.

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.

Sydney Well, good news, Tyler and Dean hadn’t been expelled. Bad news, they were being paraded into the gym like criminals on a Monday morning. Well, at least that was what it was supposed to look like. “Oh my god, is that a plaster on his forehead? Hot.” “I watched those fight videos more times than I blink. Tyler is so fucking strong.” “Gosh, looks like he rested up well. I wonder what else those arms can do.” “Violent and attractive is actually insane.”