Tyler Durden Speech Novels & Stories

the judge asked. "Then I'm never safe. Then I'm always waiting for him to appear. Always looking over my shoulder. Always" My voice cracked. "Always afraid." Tyler spoke for the first time. "I'm not the man I was, Your Honor. I've changed. I've worked hard to change. And I, I'm sorry. For what I did. For how I hurt her. I was in a dark place and I, I took it out on someone who didn't deserve it. But I'm better now. And I just want to come home."

my voice thundered in the room. *** A girls’ talk will never be tiring—I can do it for eternity. “Hi, my little purple snow flower!” Even before I could turn, Tyler’s lips were immediately at my ears. “How are you and the girls?” “And the gays?” I added, a beam shone on my face. “Oh, I have the time of my life. I never experienced this when I was—” “Caged in the chains of the Rutherfords?” My brows furrowed at his statement. “You should drop the Rutherford last name. You are no longer part of them anyway.”

Tyler stopped talking because he felt he was speaking too much and he might offend the Death lord with his next statement. "Go on, speak. I am listening," The Death lord demanded with a stern voice. "If I was a lady I wouldn't want to be around you," Tyler voiced out.

"We're fighting our own fight, Tyler. Just because we can't live in peace doesn't mean we don't deserve to fight. We're not going to stop until every single person living under the same roof, in the same country, as us is free from tyranny. We'll be better than the rulers of every other nation. And we will never give up the right to live in peace and dignity!" The air seemed to crackle with static, a dark cloud hovering above them both, threatening to drop rain at any given time. Tyler knew his eyes were wild with fury now, his jaw clenched so hard that he could see his teeth grinding against each other. His voice came out low and rough. "You really think so little of us. What you think we n

He spanned, walking around the harmed men as he approached the exist. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave a message for you all to relay over to your boss whenever he wakes up and better.” Tyler said, halting his steps to pass his message. “Tell him, I promised to make him beg for death, and I won’t grant that wish until he has suffered so much even the devil took pity.” He relayed, voice wading off to an icy surface, delivering with a fearful static as he walked out of the building, leaving them all to wallow in his threatening words.

It didn’t feel real. Just then, his words from earlier slid back into my head, clear as if he was saying it again right then. [“If my mercy runs out, there wouldn’t even be ashes of him left to bury.”] Wait. No way. He was definitely going to kill Tyler. The thought hit me like ice water as I watched Connor raised his fist again, already moving toward Tyler who was now sprawled on the ground, blinking up at the sky like he was about to black out from that one punch.

"I can't believe that the same person who kept screaming 'Destroy my pussy' is still the same person acting all shy and innocent." "Tyler, please, let's stop talking about it. Gosh! I feel like disappearing right now," I muttered, pulling the duvet to cover my embarrassed expression, and Tyler couldn't control his laughter. "Stop being a shy baby and go prepare for school so you won't be late. You know exams are knocking so you are not expected to miss any class," Tyler said, but I didn't bulge. I feel so lazy to even stand up and wish there would be a sudden announcement that today's class has been canceled.

Tyler had always been there for me, quietly supporting me through the ups and downs of life. "Just breathe," he whispered, his voice like a whispering breeze that carried away the weight on my shoulders. As if obeying an unspoken command, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and cleanse my troubled mind. The shaking gradually subsided, replaced by a newfound sense of tranquility. "Now let's welcome Miles O'Malley and Tyler Penrod!" Mrs. Dorsett announced, and Tyler and I went onto the stage together. The applause from the audience filled the room, and the spotlight illuminated our nervous smiles.

Tyler’s cry echoed in the corridor, but the policemen immediately moved, dragging him back, ignoring his protests. “You deserve to die!” I shouted, my voice shaking with rage. "You caused this! All of it!” “I… I wasn’t the one behind this,” Tyler managed, clutching his face, his words weak and shaky. “I would never… I would never wish anything to happen to Lena. I love…” I cut him off, shaking my head violently. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, or I’ll make sure you never speak again.” And he didn't dare.

Death might be a real possibility for me if things didn't go well with the exchange. "I love you, too," Tyler murmured, his voice deep, low and rich the way I loved to hear it. "Less than 24 hours and this is all over. Do what you're told, Alpha," Dorney snapped, closing the video chat and ending our call as quickly as it had begun. "You stay comfy here. I'll send Gus back to you with some crackers and maybe a little treat. You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you?" Dorney asked.