Novel & Cerita Tyler Lockhart

Typical. The door swung open, letting in a blast of cold air and three young men. They scanned the room, spotting Lora in her corner booth. Their swagger as they approached told her everything, money, privilege, and not enough supervision. Just James's type of friends before Mona Kane entered the picture. "Mrs. Caldwell?" The tallest one extended his hand. "Tyler Hutchins. We spoke on the phone." She gestured for them to sit. "You're late." Tyler slid into the booth, flanked by his companions. "Had to make sure we weren't being set up. James hasn't exactly been returning our calls lately."

“Or maybe it’s the girlfriend situation.” “You’re begging for a punch, Holland,” I say at the mention of Lila. He raises his hands in mock surrender, his eyes twinkling. “Hey, I’m just a concerned team player. Apparently, Daddy Brooks is now threatening to pull funding because little Tyler is too busy prancing around school hallways with his girlfriend to focus on football.” A sudden hush falls over the group, and the look on my face must betray me because panic spreads across each of their faces. Alex’s head snaps toward me. “Ty,” he says quietly.

Hector hung up abruptly and dialed another number. Shortly after, the call was answered. Hector ordered coldly, "Kill Alan." "Mr. Hendrix? Did Alan do something wrong?" Elvira asked in astonishment. "I don't need an idiot who exposes me and refuses to follow my orders!" Hector snapped. Elvira said, "Understood, sir!" - Meanwhile, Tyler smirked in front of his laptop. Axel smiled and congratulated, "Well done on hacking into the opposing party's computer, Ty. You're faster than me this time."

And for a while, it works. I’m holding it together. He’s behaving. If we keep this up, maybe just maybe this storm passes us by. Then Oh. No. I’m not fine. Tyler drops to the ice on all fours. Right in front of me. Stretching. Why why is he stretching now? He braces himself with his stick, knees wide, skates nearly touching. He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately. Once. Twice. Big, lazy circles carved into the ice. Clockwise. Counterclockwise.

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.

“But no, it was more like, he had one fucking move. One. And he acted like he invented it.” I nearly choke on my drink. “Oh, fuck off.” “I’m serious,” he groans. “Every time, same shit. Like, bro, mix it up. Throw in some variety. Give me a reason to stay.” I’m laughing now, full-on, shaking my head as Tyler rubs a hand down his face like he’s still recovering from the experience. “So what happened?” I ask. Tyler sighs. “Told him it wasn’t working out, and you know what he said? He fucking flexed and told me I’d regret it when he got drafted.”

Beta Lockhart said. “Greetings Alpha Rich, Beta Lockhart. This is Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack and I am his Beta, Mave,” she said. “It’s lovely to meet you,” Beta Lockhart said. “It’s a pleasure to be here,” Mave said. “Please follow our Delta, Delta Welch inside. He will escort you into the packhouse and down to the war room,” Beta Lockhart said. “My Warriors will stay outside and I will only take my Beta and my Gamma,” I said.

he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory. "This is Grace, my friend and roommate and you better get that idea out from your head Humphrey" Tory quickly added knowing how Humphrey nomally behaves. "What idea are you talking about?" He asked as he let's out a crooked smile. "But for real you school here??" He asked. "Yes I do, I study biology education" Tory added as he helps her get on the fence to sit. "That's nice, I just also moved here not to long ago, at least we get to spend time together" he whispers into her ears, holding her hands.

Those who willing kneeled to salvage their lives and the lives of their families were forced to pledge their lives and loyalty to Hope and Harou's pack. The more Tyler ripped through one lycan after the other, it seemed more swarming around him, coming out of every corner. He slammed one onto the wall, making the stoned wall break to pieces. He saw another coming, his canines gritting and ready to strike Tyler with his claws. The lycan tackled Ty, digging his claws onto Tyler's side, making him grunt in pain. Tyler exposes his canines and bites him on his shoulder, making the lycan cry out in pain, alerting the other lycans to attack him. It was five against one, piling on top of one another

“I know I said I’d come out soon, but… I don’t think it’s going to be that soon anymore.” I blink at him. “That’s not funny,” I say, my voice strained. “Luke, what the fuck?” “Tyler killed himself right after coming out publicly,” he says, quietly. “And it got me thinking—about how hard this could be. How bad it could all go. I don’t think I’m ready for that.” I stare at him in disbelief. “So you’re just backing out?” “I’m trying to focus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “On hockey. I can’t risk distractions, not right now—”