Tyler Durden Speech Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Don’t notice the way people glance over, whispering. Because for once, I’m not thinking about shit that doesn’t matter. Right now, it’s just drinks, laughter, and the kind of lightness I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Tyler leans back, stretching out like he owns the place, still grinning as he nurses the last bit of his drink. “Alright,” he says, dragging out the word. “Since we’re on the topic of tragic life choices, let me tell you about the last guy I was with.”

The tone of Tyler's speech was gentle, and his stare was unwavering, filled with something that was too close and too familiar. After taking a deep breath, I compelled myself to provide a response. I said, "Tyler," maintaining a steady tone of voice, despite the fact that each syllable seemed like it was balancing on thin glass. What are you doing in this location? I was extended an invitation. That you would also be here was a surprise to me. He placed his hands into his pockets, his shoulders stiff yet serene, his gaze never leaving mine. “But I’m glad you are.” I wanted to scoff, push him off, remind him that I’d come here for my career and not to revisit memories best left in the past. B

his dad says to him. “Am sorry father, I know I am going too mu h” he replies. “Yes, you should be so shameful to yourself for being such an idiot” his father adds. “No , really say am sorry because I will be leaving for a while” he says and his dad raises his head to look at his son on the face, tears were almost coming out of Tyler’s eyes when, his dad even think he is hallucinating until he feels his head spinning. “What have you done Tyler” his dad says while struggling to get up and the food falls to the floor while the glass plate breaks out loudly as his dizziness goes by, he was drugged by Tyler.

All I could do was lie there and stare at the ceiling, waiting for everything to fade. Tyler chuckled. Actually chuckled. "He deserved it," he said, bored. Like he was talking about a bad movie. "That’s what he gets for interrupting us while you were giving me the best ride of my life. I was having a good fucking time." There was a wet, panicked sound from Tess, like she was choking on her own breath. "Are you even listening to yourself? You just killed a man, Tyler! Your fucking brother!" There was a pause. I imagined him leaning back in the tub, the water sloshing and the gun still loose in his hand. I knew that silence. That was Tyler deciding how much he gave a fuck.

Though my ears were listening into every corner of the room. Ex-convicts exchanging gums and cigarettes. Talking about their stomach grumbling. Ken assists and reassures Rick of the situation, hoping it won’t need to elevate. Tyler’s shaky voice tries to articulate what he was doing as he adds ‘I am not going to die’ in between. With me in charge some people might still be alive but I can’t promise that when Hugo arrives. He has ways with which I can’t compete. “I’m done,” Tyler announced as I looked at him and his work.

“Since when did you become a drunk?” Tyler froze for a moment. “Since… since you left.” He muttered. I clenched my teeth, refusing to let his excuse slide. “Don’t make this about me! You’re damaging your health!” He sighed, looking down at the nearly empty bottle in my hand. “Look… I don’t know what to do, okay? I just… I…” His voice trailed off, and he leaned back against the bench, seemingly defeated. I crouched slightly to look him in the eyes. “Tyler, you are Tyler Miller, okay? You’re a CEO. You’ve built a huge name for yourself at such a young age. You can’t let it all go down the drain with bottles of this.”

Tyler struggled to speak, his body swaying. "Oh god mama, I want to fuck you," he finally blurted out in a dreamy voice. But he seemed to catch himself, recognizing what he'd said. His eye grew wide and he shook his head, "shit mama, I didn't mean to..." he started. But without even trying to interrupt him, I quickly talked over him.

*Scoff* As drunk as he was, each person he spoke to counted his words as gibberish and just took their shot of drink, walking away from his presence. “What? You don’t believe me? You see! I will make each of you see it!” Tyler shouted drunkenly at the top of his voice the instant he saw each of them walk away from his presence, shaking his head at him. “More shots, bartender. Keep 'em coming. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay for them. And soon, I will be the richest man alive and I will be so f**king free. So free that even the hands of the law will not be able to touch me. I WILL ALWAYS DO AND UNDO yet the presidency will bow to me. Hahaha!”