Novel & Cerita Tyler Locke

I clicked the lock and leaned my forehead against it my breath escaping in a shaky exhale. "Clear?" Tyler asked. I turned to see him fully dressed, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, clear." I walked over to him, "That was too close." "I know." He unfolded his arms and reached for me, his hands settling on my waist and pulling me flush against him."You're a pretty good liar, Lee." "I had a pretty good motivation to not get caught," I murmured, tilting my head back to look at him.

I ask. Tyler walks forward slowly, stopping right in front of me. Meanwhile, Alex steps back a little, still grinning like this is the best day of his life. Tyler runs a hand through his hair, and stares at me. “I was going to do something big,” he says quietly. I blink. “This isn’t big?” He huffs a small laugh. “Alex said I needed dramatic.” “Alex is a bad influence,” I say immediately. “Correct,” Alex calls. Tyler ignores him and takes a breath instead. Then, right there in the middle of the parking lot, surrounded by half the school, Tyler Brooks drops to one knee.

Lynk closes and locks the door, she pushes her bike over to the central light and unhooks the box and pushes the bike further away. " You really seem to love that bike " " my bad boy Tyler is my baby of course I love him " all the guys in the room have their mouths hanging open " Tyler? that's the name of your bike? " " yes or Ty for short " "interesting, why did you choose that name?" "a sexy name for a sexy ride no?" I bite my lips taking her in, a sexy ride indeed I walk closer to her " do you know what my name is?" "not a clue" I throw my head back and laugh.

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

I spit and he gets angry and punch me in the face unaware. I stumble backwards a bit with the force of his punch. "Guys, you're adults now. Stop behaving like you're still in high school. The bitter truth is we all lost our girls in high school. Shit happens. Fighting about it won't change a thing. Blake, you lost Bloom. Hunter, you lost Daisy. And I lost Chloe; I never even got the chance to tell her I was in love with her. Do you think punching each other like kids will make them all come back. So put on your big man panties and deal with your shit" Tyler yells and Blake and I pause to stare at him for a second before exploding into fits of laughter.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Chapter 3: Locker Room Claim Tyler Brooks felt every muscle in his body screaming as he stepped into the site locker room after the brutal twelve-hour shift, the thick smell of sweat, dirt, and hard labor hanging heavy in the air while his work boots left dusty prints across the concrete floor. His tank top clung to his chest like wet paper and his pants felt gritty against his skin. The rest of the crew laughed and joked loudly as they stripped down and headed for the showers, but Tyler’s eyes kept drifting toward Marcus Kane. The foreman stood near his locker, broad back flexing as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the powerful muscles and old scars that made Tyler’s mouth go dry.

Because forty-two floors above her, Declan Pierce was waiting — and she still didn't know why he'd brought her back, or what he knew, or how long she had before the question she'd been running from for three years finally came out of his mouth. The elevator climbed. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number. Not Kai's. Not Declan's. She answered. Tyler's voice. Low and careful and cutting straight through every wall she'd just rebuilt on the sidewalk outside Iron & Ink. "I need to tell you something," he said. "About my brother. About what he knows." A beat. "And about what I figured out today when you wouldn't let me see where you wanted the tattoo." The elevator hit forty-two.

His fists clenched. Tyler didn’t speak for several seconds. His silence was a storm gathering its breath. I saw it in the way his jaw tensed, in the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was restraining himself from tearing something apart. And still, I didn’t move. Maybe I should’ve. Maybe some part of me knew what was coming. But I stood there, bare-footed in truth, ready to let the scars on my soul bleed into the open. “You really think this is about the past?” he said at last, voice like cracked ice. “You think this is about Lyric?”

Pinag-aralan ni Tyler ang umaasang mga mata ni Ellie. Ang buong bagay na ito ng Lincoln Academy ay tila mahalaga sa kanya. Bakit, hindi niya mawari. Si Tyler ay hindi gaanong nabighani sa kanilang sistema ng edukasyon. Ngunit alam niyang matutulungan niya si Ellie na makapasok. Mayroon siyang tamang mga kredensyal, at kasama ang pangalan at pera nito para suportahan siya, walang alinlangan na kukunin siya ng mga ito.