Tyler Lockhart Novels & Stories

Tyler might not care that Rachel was divorced or that she had been with William before, but Sheryn was certain that no man could stomach watching the woman he liked being humiliated right in front of him. “Ahhhhh…!” Another scream from Rachel echoed from inside. The moment Tyler heard it, he froze. Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward like a madman. The men hadn’t expected him to throw his life away like this. They couldn’t stop him at all, and if someone really died here, they’d be in just as much trouble. After all, this man wasn’t some ordinary guy. He was Tyler Hunt! In Yurelia City, he had a lot of power—they were no match for him.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

Sean then knelt down, grabbed Tyler's lapel, and began punching his face repeatedly. Frightened, Tatiana cried, "Stop! Stop it!" She ran up to Sean to grab him so he would stop hitting Tyler. She was scared Sean would actually kill the boy. "You … How dare you? Do you have any idea who I am?" Tyler grunted out weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He glared at Sean, yelling, "My dad is Crowley Corp's President! Hit me again, and I'll make your life hell!" "The name's Sean Lynch, from Belbanks." Sean's voice was tinged with anger.

If there was something the Campbells valued, it was the commitment. I was in the locker room, finishing changing my clothes at the end of the day and laughing at Zachary's last text message, completely forgetting why I was angry the night before. I remembered that Kendall was impatiently waiting for me to leave, and I hurried to respond with a sequence of emoticons, when a door closed in the extensive row of blue cabinets. I tied the laces of my short boots and turned to look. Tyler was leaning against one of the small doors with padlocks, arms and ankles crossed, looking at me as if I were an animal in experience.

While Hunter was roguish, Tyler had a lean yet elegant built. "I'm sure we've never met." He said in an accent I couldn't exactly place. "Is this your new friend that my cousins are gossiping about?" Hannah rolled her eyes. "How many years has it been since you left to study in the UK?" "Seven years." He answered. "Tyler Lockhart, this is Blue, and Blue, meet Tyler. I should warn you..." There was a teasing tone to Hannah's voice. "Tyler is the most dangerous one out of the lot. I'd tell you to be very careful about this one."

I said, knowing that Terry was the only person I could rely on for this. “What do you need?” He asked. “The player I replaced…his name is Tyler,” I started carefully. “He has been arrested because he tried to attack me; I already told you about it, and things have been made worse for him because all his wealth and assets were seized. I cannot get Tiana to undo what she has done, but Tyler’s parents need his money to survive…at least, before I can get him out of jail,” I explained extensively. “That is such a tragic thing to happen to anyone,” Terry said, automatically becoming sympathetic.

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.

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.

Tyler glanced at Vicky and said, "No." "Tyler Hart, you are way out of line here!" "Out of line?" Tyler feigned confusion. "Isn't it normal for a man like me to have a few lovers and a few illegitimate children out there? Is this out of line?"

Until Tyler walked in. Tyler, the Beta Theta running back, had stayed behind after the handshake line. He was just as built, with sharp green eyes, messy blond hair, and a body covered in bruises from the hits Ryan had laid on him all night. Their eyes locked across the empty locker room. Hate crackled in the air. “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” Tyler snarled, stalking closer. “Pushing me around on the field like you own it.” Ryan smirked, stepping up until their chests almost touched. “I do own it. And I own your ass too. Loser.”