Novel & Cerita Tyler Lockwood

The Brooke family stock was plummeting, and Tyler Wolfe was currently holding an emergency board meeting to stop a mass exodus of investors. Laila turned to face him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She asked him how long they had. She knew her father. Tyler was a man who survived by shedding his skin. He would find a way to blame her, to make her the villain of the story, or to find a new buyer for Lyra.

Libby insists. "Call who?" Asks Ty. Libby's younger brother, as he peers into the room at us three. "Hey ladies!" "Hey!" We respond. "It's none of your business." Libby tells him as he walks into her bedroom and shuts the door. He chuckles then winks at me, to which I roll my eyes. Ty's the biggest flirt ever. And who can blame him when he has the looks to match, he's around 6'3, dark skinned, attractive face, he played football in high school, but had to drop it because he had serious shoulder problems after being in a car accident. Now he's interning at an engineering firm after graduating with a BSE last summer.

“You almost died. You don’t not Kool-Aid-Man your way into a room after that.” Dad stood from his chair. “I’ll give you a moment with your mate.” “My what?” I choked, sitting up so fast I nearly yanked my IV loose. “Excuse me?!” Tyler stood up straighter, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Soon, just waiting on the old confirmation,” he grinned, winking at me before turning to my dad. “For now, I’m just a lover, a bad decision, an emotional baggage all wrapped in a handsome package.”

I’m sure I will find what I’m looking for there. Tyler is working on a way to track him and know where he goes always. I know he visits the kids frequently, he hates them as well, but he always uses them to control me and keep me on a leash. He always spends time with them, and while he’s there, he makes a video of them crying and begging to see me. When he gets back home, he plays the video for me just to hurt me and make me cry. It hurts to see them that way, but I know it won’t be long before I get them out of there. Tyler is so close to creating a tracker that cannot be detected by him. At the same time, he is working on the algorithm to unlock the safe in his room.

As for the fuck up, that might be a little harder. "I hear you Lo, but after we've taken care of them he's done." "Tyler!" "No Logan, fuck that. We heard it from the old man's mouth. There's no more second-guessing. He's fucked." Ty stormed off in the direction of his cottage. "Connor!" Logan gritted out the name. "Yeah I got him. But you know he has that other crazy fuck singing the same tune. I'ma need combat pay." Con went after Tyler and caught up with him. "We can't go off half cocked here brothers. This isn't some redneck brigade in the fucking hills. We're talking about a senator and a three star general not to mention an ex-president."

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.

But Tyler doesn't even waste a second and retorts, "I came here today to join you because I hope to be close to you as the rest are and want you to carry me along! I don't care about the other thing at all!" THUD! As soon as he finishes speaking, he saunters to Lucien, drops to his knees, and hollers, "I, Tyler Bryson, today, in the very presence of everyone here, pledge allegiance to you, Mr. Wood!" He holds onto Lucien's foot and kisses it as a show of his sincerity!

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

"I've overheard at least a dozen conversations about the mysterious Sterling daughter who vanished for years and returned as a force to be reckoned with." As she spoke, I noticed a tall, dark-haired man across the ballroom watching our conversation with intense interest. He was incredibly handsome, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo that emphasized his athletic build. Something about his focused attention made me feel both intrigued and wary. "Elizabeth," I said quietly, "who is that man who's been watching us?" She followed my gaze and smiled. "That's Tyler Rodriguez, star center for the New York Titans. He's one of the most eligible bachelors in professional sports, and also one of the mo

“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—”