Tyler Lockwood Tvd Novels & Stories

Not my friends, not my family, definitely not my stepbrother Tyler, who’s supposed to be at his apartment an hour away and absolutely not walking into my room without knocking while I’m mid-show with a vibrator buried in my pussy. But here we are. The door swings open. Tyler freezes in the doorway. His roommate Jake – tall, dark-haired, unfairly attractive – stops short behind him. I’m on my bed. Legs spread. Ring lights illuminating every inch of my naked body. Laptop propped up showing my stream – chat scrolling with comments, tips flooding in, viewers watching me fuck myself with a purple vibrator. For one horrible second, we all just stare at each other. Then I slam the laptop shut.

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

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

"Give me three days, and I will prove to you that it's not me in that video." Tyler was shocked by how composed she was and studied her sharply. Vicky met his probing gaze head-on. Tyler was the first to look away. "Since you seem confident, I'll give you three days as you wish," he said.

She dropped it on the table. "Good morning sir." Gloria greeted. "Good morning." He answered as he ate a mouthful of bread. Charlotte walked to the sitting room and turned on the television. The reporter was talking about Tyler that time. "What did I do this time?" Tyler asked a rhetorical question. "A video of Mr Tyler Dalton, only son of Zane Dalton was caught on Camera having sex with an unknown person in a car. It's quite funny because we all know the young man is married." The female reported in blue suit said.

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.

I moaned softly, sliding a hand under my nightie to rub my swollen clit. The door clicked shut behind me. I spun around. Tyler stood there, shirtless, sweat still gleaming on his muscles, eyes burning with dark, dangerous hunger. His sweatpants tented obscenely with that same massive cock I’d never forgotten. “Tiffany,” he said, voice low and rough. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing in Daddy’s secret room?"

] 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.

The door opened. Tyler entered the room, his presence a palpable shift in the atmosphere. His gaze, cold and accusing, was fixed on me, and I knew, with a sinking feeling, that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. He stood beside Joana, their eyes locked on me, a silent battle brewing in the space between us. "What are you going to do now, Tyra?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with a harshness that made my heart sink. "You already had a child with him, and now you're divorced." His words felt like a physical blow, a sharp stab in my chest.

Right then, Tyler stuck his head out from his room, his blond hair spiked up wildly like he had been running his hands through it, and he was in nothing but these tight boxer shorts that hugged everything, showing off every curve and bulge, especially that obvious hard-on tenting the front like he had just hit pause on jerking off. His eyes had that playful, naughty spark, his lean body toned from whatever he did to stay fit, not as bulky as Jake but still enough to make me swallow hard. “Whoa, nerd invasion! Laura’s here to kill the vibe and lecture us on homework or some shit.” He grinned widely, stepping all the way out into the hall, his bare feet padding on the floor, and I could not st