Tyler Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was none other than my next-door neighbour, Tyler King. Tyler goes to my school and he is a major player. He has almost every girl at Preston High falling over their feet for him. He didn't care for any of them. All that mattered to him was getting laid. A lot of the girls at school were happy with just one night with him. Some hoped, but they knew they couldn't ask for more. The longest he has ever been with a girl was a week. Tyler is like a caged tiger; he couldn't be tamed.

“I'm telling you, we need to-” “Mom, can I go to the Taco Place to see Kim?” Tyler asked, stepping into the sitting room. He glanced between Steph, and Myles—her shrink, sensing that he'd come at the wrong time. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked innocently. “Oh, no, my love,” Steph cooed, coming to stoop next to him. “Uncle Myles was just telling me something about our business back in Mexico, but it can wait, can’t it, Myles?” She smiled at the guy; he just sighed, and left.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

When will you stop pestering me? Tyler's breath grew heavy, but his gaze hardened as he sneered. "Do you think I should selflessly hand over my woman like a saint?" "Tyler, don't get it wrong. Vicky isn't your woman." Tyler raised an eyebrow. "If she's not my woman, is she yours, then?" Before Lincoln could speak, Tyler sarcastically remarked, "Avery Yeager, your fiancee, is currently living here. Lincoln, aren't you exhausted from dividing your attention between women like this?"

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

I fought them off and I looked at Tyler. He looked different than I remembered him. It was so strange to see his full body without any glass in between us. It was like seeing someone from TV live and in person for the first time. Tyler was tall, maybe six two or so. But built like a bean sprout, like my own daddy'd been. His arms and legs were long and spindly. He walked with his shoulder stooped slightly. His face was thin and his cheeks was real sunken in. His hair was shaved down next to nothing and it made his big ears look even bigger. He still had them soft brown eyes I could remember forever.

The east wing is quieter. Darker. The hallway is lined with photographs in expensive frames—all black and white. I pause to look at them. A young Tyler, maybe seven or eight, holding a baby in his arms. Bella, I realize. Even then, he looked fierce. Protective. Tyler as a teenager, standing over what looks like his first kill—a massive elk. Blood on his hands. Pride in his eyes. Tyler in a suit, younger but no less dangerous, shaking hands with men who look like they run countries.

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.

It was time to bid farewell to their fallen comrade, to honor Tyler's memory and lay him to rest. In a solemn ceremony, they gathered around Tyler's final resting place, a serene clearing deep within the heart of the forest. The pack, united in their grief, stood in silent reverence as Miguel delivered a heartfelt eulogy. Tears mingled with the earth as they lowered Tyler's body into the sacred ground, each member offering a silent prayer for their departed brother.

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa