Tyler Novels & Stories

"Don't think about hiding it from me, Steph." Stephanie's frown deepened even more. Only the people around her knew about the fact that she was fighting with Adrian. But based on Tyler's words, it seemed that he knew that too. He was based in Hydroton, which was very far from Jetterpolis. How did he know about this? "Nothing good will come out of you being with Adrian, Steph. You'll only suffer more. But if you return to my side, things will be different," Tyler said with a smile. "Yes, I did hurt you, but—"

He locked eyes with Zyra, his voice laced with intrigue as he asked, "What did you mean by that comment?" Zyra felt a rush of embarrassment. "I spoke without thinking," she quickly said, her voice hushed. "An interesting choice of words," Tyler remarked, amused. Zyra offered an apologetic smile. Yaslyn, noticing her friend's predicament, interjected, "What's your name?" With a smirk, he responded, "Tyler." Recognition flared in Yaslyn's eyes. "Tyler... Aren't you the acclaimed attorney, Tyler Stone? The one making headlines recently?"

The truth was, he had been hungry for quite some time. However, his pride prevented him from admitting it to Sabrina. TYLER is currently wandering around the mall with his secretary, Rodel. His wife is nearing her due date, and they recently found out that they are expecting a baby girl. Upon learning that Rodel was going to buy some items for his upcoming baby, Tyler didn’t hesitate to accompany him. “You don’t really need to accompany me anymore, Sir Tyler. Maybe Ma’am Sabrina is also waiting for you,” Rodel said as they entered the department store.

Tyler stared at Kyra’s lips. “Why do you smell like beer? Did you drink?“ Kyra turned her face away from Tyler. Tyler cleared his throat before answering. “Huh? Yes.” Tyler pulled out the beer in the can he was carrying inside the paper bag. “We’re doing something important, and you’re drinking,” said Kyra. “It’s just to get rid of boredom,” said Tyler. Kyra immediately ate the burger. “Why hasn’t Sir Carl come out yet? What is he doing inside? “

"And your younger brother is Landon and then the youngest is Clint. The older one is Kade?" "Yeah." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "And you'll get to meet my best friend. We grew up together. He's coming home for the holidays. I'm really excited to see him." "What's his name?" "Tyler. He's a brilliant investments guy in New York, but he's home grown. We played football and went to church together as kids." He smiled as memories assaulted him. "We went to jail together for egging houses in high school too." "Jail?" Kari's eyes widened a little.

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

It really runs fast around him. I open my eyes and sit up straight, I look at my laptop’s screen and see what I had accidentally typed: A s d f g h j k l / ‘ ; k j h g f d [ p u y t b r d e \ ] w

Ty grinned and walked over to us. "Hi I'm Tyler, your new big brother. You're mad-dog's kid huh!" "Yes sir, but you better not let him hear you call him that. It makes him rabid." The room cracked up and the tension eased slightly, but I realized that she hadn't called Ty on his big brother crack. Maybe she doesn't know what he's getting at. "Okay boys and girls, assholes to elbows. We still have that thing and then we have to leave." Connor moved towards the room where the five young girls waited and the rest of us followed.

“Lucy! Did you know Eli has fought professionally? Like, actual professional fights?” “Good morning to you too,” I tell him. From the living room couch, my cousin Tyler lifts one hand in greeting without looking away from Eli, a piece of cereal hovering forgotten between the bowl and his mouth. Tyler is seventeen, staying with us for the semester because his parents are in London for work, and he has the attention span of someone who has never met a situation he didn’t immediately try to assess for entertainment value. He has, apparently, decided that Eli is excellent entertainment.

tears stream down Tyler's face out of desperation and loneliness. please Shaun, I need you, please I have no one to relay on, just please talk to me. Tyler pleaded into the phone slamming his fist on his wheel out of frustration. what is he going to do now? who can he go to for help? he needed a friend, someone to hug him and assure him that everything will be alright. he can't go to his mum like this. only Veronica came to his mind, and without thinking he drove back to the house.