Novel & Cerita Tyler Lockwood

Alaric wouldn’t surrender whatever amount of money he was asking for if he wasn’t sure I was alive. Tyler squeezed harder for a few more seconds, and then he finally let go. I sputtered, trying to take in as much air as I could. Tyler let out a dark chuckle. “You know, now that I think of it, you’re his wife. Which means your account must be loaded as well. Bet I could get a pretty penny out of it too.” I didn’t say a word in response as Tyler took his phone out of his pocket again, but my eyes zoned in on the gun in his other pocket. Silently, I continued to drive the ropes over the nail. I could feel it slowly thinning.

"Go for it. I think those 'cramps' you lied to your mom about actually found their way to me. I’m heading home to curl into a ball. Mia, you coming?" Mia nodded, though her eyes lingered on me for a second longer than usual before they left. The hockey court was electric. Tyler looked like a different person in his gear—powerful, focused, and undeniably handsome. When he spotted me in the stands, he flashed a brilliant smile and waved his stick in the air. He played with a frantic energy, leading his team to a 4-2 victory and securing the 'Man of the Match' award. By the time the game ended and the celebrations died down, the sun had dipped below the horizon. I said a quick congratulations t

I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood. Logan lifted a broken piece of wood from on top of Tyler and hurled it to the side. A toppled jet-ski had pinned Tyler's leg to the ground. Logan raised it, struggling with its awkward weight for a moment before righting it. He picked up Tyler's small form and cradled him to his chest. Tyler's hand dangled limply to the side.

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.

“No! Heavens, what’s wrong with you? I have never thought of him in a romantic way, so get your fucked up thoughts out of my head.” Tyler gave me a knowing smirk. I pressed my lips together, “And besides I’m not gay.” The thought of it had a nauseating feeling in my stomach. “Okay……” and the way he said it had me glaring at him. “You really need to get that head of yours checked you know.” “I’m just stating the truth Lockwood, and looking at it Professor Leo isn’t a bad guy you know.” “Can you just stop it.” He quickly raised his hands, surrendering.

It's like Ty has a death wish. "Great, I just have to put my books away first." He said and I nodded. "We'll show you to the lockers," I told him before walking ahead of him. "Number?" I asked curiously. "B23." Storm said blankly. "Here you go," I said when I found his locker. "Here comes Cole," Tyler said tiredly and we all looked to our left. "Ignore him," I told Storm who was busy placing his books into his locker. He's wearing a pair of black jeans and a matching black hoodie. His black hair fell into his eyes, he had very blue eyes. Storm is kind of hot.

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.

Her outburst startled the two children in the room. Liora was taken aback. "There's a woman shouting outside. Is that Axel's Mommy? She sounds really fierce. Will she come in here?" Tyler looked at the door and calmly ordered, "Lock the door." "It's going to make a sound," Liora said fearfully, her face scrunching up. "It won't," Tyler replied while typing on the keyboard. "It's a silent lock. Just lock it." He needed a few more minutes to crack Axel's software password to verify if they shared the same hobby. He was willing to take the risk rather than let his effort go to waste.

Bodyguards. “Let me introduce myself properly.” Tyler said calmly. “I’m Tyler Miller.” Dennis’ face drained of colour. “And since you like names so much,” Tyler went on, “I know yours very well. Dennis Blackwood. Your company has been begging mine for funding. We were supposed to have a meeting today.” He paused. “But from what I’ve seen, there won’t be any deal.” Dennis’ lips trembled. “Tyler… Miller?” he whispered. “Mr. Miller? I…I had no idea.”

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.”