Tyler Lockwood Novels & Stories

Her dad said and they chuckled. One of the three males on the other side of the couch wanted to say something but was a little too late as Scarlett's mom beat him to it "And who are you young man since my daughter refused to introduce you still" She said and Scarlett's face flushed from embarrassment. Tyler only chuckled "I'm Tyler Rodriguez" Tyler replied. "I know him, he is the youngest businessman close to having a billion in his bank account, and he just entered into the world of business three years ago," one of the guys said. Tyler was surprised when he heard some talking about him 'Am I already that popular?' he thought but only smiled at the guys.

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

Tyler, who stands opposite me and his eyes locked on mine with a big smile, winks, making me blush. The men disperse, and Ty comes forward, wrapping his arm around me and claiming my lips. "Remember, you got this. I'll be right here with you the whole time, as Asher will, Amethyst. Love you girls!" he says, speaking for himself and his wolf to me and my wolf, Amethyst. He quickly leaves, sprinting toward the men as they gather up and begin to yell their hearts out, telling us that we got this, along with the women who whoot and cheer aloud for us. I had never felt such unity in my life as I did right now.

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.

The second the lock clicked Tyler grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. "No more slow shit tonight cousin," he whispered rough against my ear. "I have been hard since dinner watching you bend over to grab beers. I am fucking you hard and I am not pulling out." He stripped me fast. Shirt ripped over my head, shorts yanked down. My cock sprang up already leaking. Tyler shoved his own clothes off. His thick dick looked angry and ready. He spun me around so my chest pressed to the wall and my ass stuck out toward him. "Spread your legs," he ordered.

“Logan, back me up.” Logan’s mouth did that almost-smile thing, the one that lived in the corner of his lips. “Yeah,” he said, turning back to the screen. “She’s in.” My stomach dropped. I didn’t argue. The first rounds moved fast. Tyler had to chug a full beer in under ten seconds. He tipped his head back, throat working, a little beer spilling from the corner of his mouth and running down his neck. I watched it disappear under his collar and felt my thighs press together without meaning to. He finished in six, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and set the cup down like it was nothing. His eyes flicked to me for half a second. I looked away.

Felt how swollen I was, how slick. Waited. The door creaked open around one a.m. No knock. Just the soft scrape of wood on wood, then the faint click of the latch. Tyler stepped inside—shirtless, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, the outline of his cock already thick and heavy against the fabric. Moonlight carved sharp lines across his chest, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He didn’t speak. Just closed the door, locked it, crossed the room in three steps.

] My hand froze. Even breathing hurt. I kept scrolling. Next was a private group chat with his coworkers. Coworker: [Tyler, is that crazy-loyal backup girlfriend from your hometown still waiting for you to marry her? When are you gonna tell her?] Tyler sent a helpless sticker. [Soon. I'm waiting for her to put the down payment on the condo we're buying and add me to the deed. I'm not in a rush. She is.] Everyone knew. His friends. His coworkers.

"I asked who the hell are you and how did you get my number?" His voice was rather still calm, "MR Tyler Lockwood would like to have a word with you if you don't mind. The meeting has been scheduled for this evening if you would like to see him." I arched my brows still wondering what that was about, then I recalled the name Tyler Lockwood and widened my eyes in surprise. "I'll be there, send me the location, and I'll be there by evening," I responded sharply. Fuck, just exactly when I needed to hear this message.

he warned, his voice low and menacing, eyes narrowing into a glare. "And who the hell do you think you are?" Asher shot back, trying to maintain his composure. "You really have no clue, do you?" Tyler replied, his tone dripping with hate. "Who would give a shit about you?" Asher retorted, arrogance lacing his words. Tyler took a step closer, his expression darkening. "Alright then, I am Tyler Reed, but that’s just my mother’s last name. My real name? Tyler Wilde." Asher’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"