Novel & Cerita Tyler Lockwood Tvd

Grace kept talking about getting what to eat instead but stop noticing Tory was already sleeping. Tory slept for hours before waking up,she felt her head ache as she stood up but didn't care, she kept on looking at her phone which had Brenden's picture as her wallpaper, she kept on gazing at the picture asking herself what was so special about this guy that makes it hard to forget about him. "Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it"

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.

As I held my tears back, I continued in a shaky voice, "Even so, I wanted to clarify what was going on." Tyler knew what I was about to ask. There was a long, long silence. Tyler stood up and straightened his suit. Then, he wiped the blood off of his fist. Looking at me with his eyes narrowed, he said, "I don't know anything about the video. I've never recorded anything." He sounded like he was explaining himself, but he said so with such an arrogant and prideful tone. It was as if his explanation was a gift bestowed on me by the heavens.

the Doctor explained to Tyler. "By the way, what's your relationship with Dr. Leitner?" She got curious that Jade was taken to the hospital in her pajamas. "She's my wife," Tyler curtly answered. A gasp ensued his reply. Tyler's and Jade's marriage was never publicized. The public knew that Tyler had a child with his fiancée, the well known ballerina, Sophia Ludwig. "Is there anything, doctor?" The doctor felt intimidated as Tyler exuded an oppressive aura around him.

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

Lydia was dying right in front of them and none of them thought something was wrong? 【Wait, they made an Alpha bloodline eat silver powder the night before her shift?】 【This is attempted murder. Why aren't they in prison?】 The evidence was overwhelming. Video after video showed Tyler and his friends laughing while I suffered. Tyler was on his livestream within hours, bawling his eyes out. His face was red and swollen from crying. He was screaming like his life depended on it. His voice cracked with desperation. His eyes looked straight into the camera with fake "sincerity."

Untouchable. Tyler perked up immediately. “Hey, Media! Tell me you got that third-period backhand on camera. I need that for the highlight reel.” Sloane gave him a polite, razor-thin smile that never reached her eyes. “It’s in the raw footage, Tyler. Vipers social will cut it tomorrow.” “Marry me,” he sighed. “I have standards,” she answered without breaking stride. A chorus of *ohhhh* rose from the defensemen. Then her gaze moved across the room.

Raw, unfiltered, unedited evidence. “Oh, just wait and see.” I opened my phone and went to the last video I recorded. It was Tyler at the auction ceremony. I showed it to him and he became dumbfounded. Tyler Brooke is a billionaire.

My stomach turned. "Tasha," my mother gasped, standing up so quickly she nearly tipped her tea. "Tasha, thank God. Tell me... tell me it’s a misunderstanding. Tell me it’s a deepfake." Tyra did not move. She remained perched on the edge of the sofa, the tablet clutched in her manicured hands like a weapon. "Misunderstanding?" Tyra’s laugh was cold. "The footage is quite clear, Lily. Your daughter has been seen in compromising positions with her lover, and the fallout is staining my son’s reputation."

I asked. “I heard muffled nonsense and bed springs,” he said dryly. “Not exactly a TED Talk.” I looked away. The humiliation rushed back so violently my hands curled into fists. “It was Clair,” I said. Tyler went still. “And Brad Lawson.” His eyebrows rose. Then, because he was Tyler, because he had apparently been born without the part of the brain responsible for appropriate reactions, his mouth twitched. “Wow.” I snapped my head up. “Don’t.” “I didn’t say anything.”