Novel & Cerita Tyler Lockhart

“Yeah. Like the same jawline, same eyes, same everything. How did they keep it a secret this whole time?” I shrugged, feeling way too lazy to get into it. “He goes by his mom’s last name. And his grandfather owns Harken Media. So it’s hard when they control most of what is released to the public.” Chloe let out a soft “oh,” like that suddenly made sense. Tyler didn’t say anything, just leaned back like he already knew the whole story but wasn’t going to spill. I narrowed my eyes on him. “You’re suspiciously quiet.” He smirked but didn’t respond. That was not typical of Tyler. He always had something to say.

"I take it then that you've decided to let Caitlin go to school a year early? You know there're things we can do to keep her safe..." "I know but it's not the same. I won't feel settled until they're all the way gone ... Law, the fuck are you doing here?" I got to my feet as he came into the room followed by his boys and... "Tyler? What...?" "Don't ask me bruh, when I woke up this morning I didn't know that I was going to be coming halfway around the country for a BBQ." They were all here, including Creed. What the fuck is my wife up to now? "I don't get it, where are your women?"

Stephanie's POV: At 6’5”, Tyler towered over most people, his height and presence immediately commanding attention in any room. His broad shoulders and athletic build gave him the appearance of a man who is both powerful and capable, while his chiseled jawline and neatly groomed stubble add a rugged sophistication to his look. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, was styled back neatly, revealing a high forehead and adding to his mature yet striking appearance. His hazel eyes are deep and intense, often flickering with a quiet confidence that makes him stand out.

Fight club the next. Tyler Lockwood's life? A damn rollercoaster.

“Why not both?” “Efficient. Leadership already paying off.” Tyler cut between us on one skate, grinning around his mouthguard like a walking bad decision with excellent balance. “Seven scouts, baby,” he said. “Act pretty. Smile. Show teeth. Not murder teeth. Draftable teeth.” “Shut up, Tyler.” “That’s not captainly.” “That’s extremely captainly.” “Honestly, true.” Tyler tapped his stick against my shin pad. “Just don’t punch anyone today. Scouts get weird about assault. No vision.”

Tyler asked, and the triplets saw this as an opportunity to gather information about him. “So, what’s he like?” Ryder asked, crossing his arms. “He’s the most popular guy in school, and one of the nicest guy you’d ever meet. The captain of Husk High’s football team, and he’s got girls at his beck and call, but he isn’t a player,” Tyler said, pausing to gauge their reactions. “Something happened to him last year. During the mating ball, he found out his longtime girlfriend wasn’t his mate. It broke him, but he hasn’t had a girlfriend since and has been determined to find his mate.”

How would such things even be possible to accept? "Leonard, you are doing injustice to her," Tyler shouted again. "I haven't even started with your daughter Tyler Lockwood. By the time I would finish with her, she wouldn't be able to differentiate between justice or injustice." "No..... Leo....." Tyler tried to get up but a huge blow landed on his face making him stop his actions. Iris flinched at her place as she found more tears in her eyes.

Tyler stood and smiled “ Lexi it is.” “ Does anyone want to explain why Tyler is calling this lady queen. And why was she glowing a light blue a second ago?” the new voice asked. I turned to look at him. Damn are there any ugly shifts? This guy was at least six foot tall with jet black hair that was shaved close to his head. Light brown eyes, angled jaw with five o’clock shadow. Muscles everywhere. Even with the jagged scar running from his ear to his neck he was still a handsome man. Not as handsome as my Luther or Ryan but good looking nonetheless.

Tyler softly knocks on the door frame, before he timidly chimes, “Dean Hanson, I have pulled all the information regarding all those companies on the list that you gave me. I think I may have found something a little odd.” I ignore Wyatt and smile at Tyler. I motion for him to come into my office. “Tyler, you are amazing. You know how long it would have taken anyone else in the office to get through that list? Why didn’t I hire you sooner? You have no idea how much help you would have been.” Tyler lowers his head slightly as a faint pink hue spreads across his face. Oh, he is shy. How cute. Tyler lightly bites his lower lip before he softly replies, “Dean Hanson, did you forget that

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."