Tyler Lockhart Novels & Stories

He said and I gasped before smiling at him in disbelief. "Holy shit! Congratulations kid!" I told him before pulling him into a tight hug and he laughed at my reaction. "Liv, I can't breathe." He said and I pulled back from him. "I'm so happy for you." I told him and he smiled at me. "Thanks, Liv. I'm just glad that they offered me a football scholarship." Tyler said and I nodded at him with a smile on my face. "Ty, they have one of the best football teams." I told him and he nodded at me.

"You feel uhm-" Tyler did. And like i said, he knew exactly what to say. "Zach. Your book-" Tyler's eyes suddenly widened by an idea. "Harry Jayson Moore. Moore, your book" He started as Zach turned to him. "You were right, i never understood it but then you left and i checked him out, on Google. At least I understand that-" He paused. "You did?" Zach asked. "Jayson Moore. The Rockstar stroke amazing gamer. Well the one that died a year ago, just to sure we're talking about the same person-" Tyler added and you could tell the unease drifted slowly from Zachary's void eyes.

I deadpanned. Clapping to get our attention, our heads snapped to the coach. "Bad news for us, Tyler isn't returning, not for at least three months." We all let out a groan of frustration. Tyler was our top defenseman on the ice; he had gotten into a bike accident two days back. Tyler did illegal bike riding for extra funds, and it had led to him being hospitalized. "What are we going to do, Coach? We are short on a player, and Aiden's skills aren't good enough to play the games," Liam Black, aka L-Train, the left wing, asked. Grey eyes and black curly hair, he was the ladies' favorite.

"He would rather leave my wolf and the pups to freeze in the northern drifts just to keep his title clean. There was nothing wrong with his play from a captain's point of view." Mike tapped his own muzzle with his glove. "I better keep my jaw closed about his roster spot. The more I talk about his line, the more your wolf wants to tear his throat out." "My hatred for his jersey is a permanent fixture of this territory, Mike. It doesn't shift based on your commentary." "Got it. Drop your eyes. I’ll wake your line when the runners hit the cabin yard." That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden ter

Damon said. “It’s simple. You’re too serious,” said Kyra, laughing. ------- Tyler had just finished taking a bath. He was walking when he felt a strong power and it was just nearby. He grabbed the locker and looked at his companions. Everyone is busy talking. One of his teammates looked at him. “Are you okay, dude? You are pale.” one of his teammates said. “Yes, I’m fine,” said Tyler. “Did you see the owner of the university? He is here again. ”

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

What more could a girl want? But then, the second wave of players emerged, and my mood, which had been steadily climbing, plummeted faster than a lead balloon in an elevator shaft. Tyler Pierce. His dark hair was perpetually messy in that artfully disheveled way, and his eyes, a startling shade of green, seemed to hold a mischievous glint even from a distance. He was the university's golden boy, the hockey team's prodigal son, and my personal brand of migraine.

“You heard them.” “I hear everything,” I whisper. He nods, sympathetic but quiet. Even he’s careful about choosing a side. Before I can say more, Tyler skates by and mutters loud enough for half the team to hear: “Maybe if he focused on hockey instead of protecting a woman who ruined half this roster’s trust....” “Ty,” Coach warns. Ty shrugs. “What? We’re all thinking it.” Heat rushes to my face. I grip my stick so tightly it might snap.

Fuck him, honestly. “I will lock you up in a room, a room where there is nothing, nothing at all and just you, only you in the dark room. A room where you’d have access to nothing, you’d be stuck inside for as long as I want, the only face you’d get to see would be mine when I bring to you your three course meal of the day. Slowly you’ll lose your mind, your sanity and I will watch as you crumble to your lowest state, screaming for freedom when it’s just in my grasp, yearning for privilege when it is free of charge but not with me. After perhaps months or years of the psychological torture, then will I bring you out of that room. And nobody will ever question me about your disappearance Miss

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I