Tyler Locke Novels & Stories

My focus was on the body moving inside the cell. Tyler. He was waiting. As the two wardens reached the door, Tyler stood straight. He didn’t look like a man; he looked like a predator cornered, his eyes fixed on the gap in the steel. One of the wardens fumbled with the giant padlock, the metal clanking loudly in the silence. The moment the door swung open, Tyler didn’t hesitate. He lunged. He was a blur of gray and rage, his fangs bared, aiming straight for my throat.

“Nothing much. Just something about my mate.” “That’s something in your present. She must have said something about your future.” Jared persisted and smirked. Oh, he would get this guy to talk. He liked interrogating people for their secrets. “No. That’s my future. My mate will eventually accept me, is what she said.” Jared squinted and leaned closer. “I don’t believe you, kid.” Tyler paled and panicked. Alex watched his reaction and frowned. What is he not telling them? “What is it?” Clyde asked his son.

] My hand froze. Even breathing hurt. I kept scrolling. Next was a private group chat with his coworkers. Coworker: [Tyler, is that crazy-loyal backup girlfriend from your hometown still waiting for you to marry her? When are you gonna tell her?] Tyler sent a helpless sticker. [Soon. I'm waiting for her to put the down payment on the condo we're buying and add me to the deed. I'm not in a rush. She is.] Everyone knew. His friends. His coworkers.

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.

Kyra's muscles, trembling with the extreme cold, now felt relaxed. "Where are we going?" Kyra asked. Kyra looked at the basketball gym as if she already knew where she and Tyler were going. Meanwhile, Tyler forgot his key, so he used kinesis to open the locker room door without Kyra noticing. Tyler went straight to his locker and opened it. "You didn't lock your locker room?" Kyra asked. Tyler turned to Kyra. She was just standing there as she hugged herself. "Someone will lock that later." Tyler lied.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

His eyes were bright as his lips turned up in a cocky smile. My wolf wanted to tear through, to destroy the man that laid claim on what was ours. Tyler’s hold on Lola was non-existent, a power he wished to reclaim. Tyler was one of those men who couldn’t stand to be ignored, to be replaced by something better. Reclaiming Lola was poor attempt to claim his old life, one where he hadn’t lost everything.

The Brooke family stock was plummeting, and Tyler Wolfe was currently holding an emergency board meeting to stop a mass exodus of investors. Laila turned to face him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She asked him how long they had. She knew her father. Tyler was a man who survived by shedding his skin. He would find a way to blame her, to make her the villain of the story, or to find a new buyer for Lyra.

Instead of offering any explanation, he merely said, "Come with me." Vicky did not bother to struggle, but Lincoln moved and stepped in front of Tyler. "Tyler, Vicky doesn't want to go with you," Lincoln stated. Tyler's expression turned cold as he glanced at Lincoln, knowing his intention. "Lincoln, get out of the way," Tyler warned. "You can't stop me." Lincoln knew he had no power over Tyler in Stoneford City, but it was never his intention to defeat Tyler. He smiled and said, "Tyler, you came in a hurry and didn't bring enough men with you. You should be buying time right now, so why are you in a hurry to leave? Are you worried that Vicky will find out about your secret?"

“No! Heavens, what’s wrong with you? I have never thought of him in a romantic way, so get your fucked up thoughts out of my head.” Tyler gave me a knowing smirk. I pressed my lips together, “And besides I’m not gay.” The thought of it had a nauseating feeling in my stomach. “Okay……” and the way he said it had me glaring at him. “You really need to get that head of yours checked you know.” “I’m just stating the truth Lockwood, and looking at it Professor Leo isn’t a bad guy you know.” “Can you just stop it.” He quickly raised his hands, surrendering.