Tyler Lockwood Novels & Stories

“So, what can I do?” Tyler shook his head. “Nothing. You need to rest. You’re the reason he’s fighting this hard. Don't add to the stress.” His words—you’re the reason—were a heavy weight. I knew he meant it in a bad way. I was the secret. A sharp alert flashed across Tyler’s vision. He froze, then shoved his phone into his pocket. His face drained of color. “What is it?” I asked, moving closer. “Lydia is at the gate. She arrived unexpectedly. Her father isn't with her.” Tyler ran a hand through his hair. “She’s alone, but she brought her bodyguard. Victor.”

"We need to have another talk with Ty, he needs to know that it's okay. He likes her I know he does no matter how he tries to hide that shit." "And if we want to keep him from flipping his shit over this fuckfest we'd better figure out a way to get it through his thick skull that the shit that happened in his past was not his fault and should not stand in the way of him finding happiness now." They all nodded but I knew it was going to be left up to Lo and me to deal with his ass, fucking wimps. *** Tyler ***

The news that the reporter announced only succeeded in making me even more upset than I was moments ago. The announcer, a small blonde lady with thick framed glasses, placed a picture of me on the floor, bloodied and unrecognizable, while Percy stood above me, hair messy, knuckles bloody… and what was more annoying was the damn smirk on his face. I grabbed at the sheet of my bed till my knuckles turned white. “Siblings rivalry: Rome’s Tycoon, Percival Bellandi-Henderson, Doesn’t Want To Share Company With Legitimate Son, Declan Henderson” Was the title at the bottom of the TV, as the reporter rambled on about the events of last night.

“Tyler, You are sentenced to 30 lashes for your crimes against the Blue rock pack. After your sentencing You, your mother and your sister who forever banished from our territory.” Tyler’s smirk gone, replaced with horror. Leah weeps. Karen rages. But Papa raises his hand. “Choose now, Tyler, me or Tucker. Which of us do you want to fulfill your punishment?” The world seems to hold its breath and then Tyler says, “Tucker.”

And for a while, it works. I’m holding it together. He’s behaving. If we keep this up, maybe just maybe this storm passes us by. Then Oh. No. I’m not fine. Tyler drops to the ice on all fours. Right in front of me. Stretching. Why why is he stretching now? He braces himself with his stick, knees wide, skates nearly touching. He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately. Once. Twice. Big, lazy circles carved into the ice. Clockwise. Counterclockwise.

She asked. "Sky isn't coming, it's really hard back home, so she had to drop out so I can continue" Tory replys with tears in her eyes. "Am really sorry to hear about this Tory, how are you holding up???" Grace walks up to her to try to comfort her. "Hurt but I'll be fine, and she is going to get a job so next year end she would have raised enough money to come back to school" Tory relps trying to make herself feel better that her little sister had to drop out for her, she really miss having her around, she quickly turn to Grace.

Then she opened the door and entered. The room was large and flooded with soft afternoon sunlight, but it could not hide the truth of what it held. TYLER COOK IS A DAMAGED MAN. He was seated with his back against a stack of pillows that supported his body. One leg is set in a large cast and rested atop a cushion, to which an infusion needle is attached with a plastic tube leading to his arm. A Colorful pattern of purple and yellow bruises marked the parts of his face and body that she could see.

I feel him smile against my lips as he deepens the kiss. "Well, we both break apart at hearing Jack in the room with us, we got the u-haul emptied out and your gram is sleeping now. Bobby is in his room drawing on his sketch pad. Call if you need me Ty",he leaves with a wink and I giggle. "We need to sit and talk Em",Tyler kisses my head. So we do and I find out a lot about this man that I didn't know. He likes movies and he loves to eat brownies good thing I can bake.

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.

Damon said. “It’s simple. You’re too serious,” said Kyra, laughing. ------- Tyler had just finished taking a bath. He was walking when he felt a strong power and it was just nearby. He grabbed the locker and looked at his companions. Everyone is busy talking. One of his teammates looked at him. “Are you okay, dude? You are pale.” one of his teammates said. “Yes, I’m fine,” said Tyler. “Did you see the owner of the university? He is here again. ”