Tyler Novels & Stories

I chuckled again "And you are?" He raised a his bow in me "What?" "I mean your name miss... What's your name?" "Do you have to know?" My eyebrows furrowed at him He lick his lower lip then playfully looked at me. " I think I should. I already said mine and now it's your turn." "I think it isn't necessary." "But won't let a beautiful woman leave my car without knowing her name." he loom directly at me "Okay haha. I'm Tyra Louise—" he must not know that I am married. " I'm Tyra Louise Skyler. Called me Tyra for short." I smiled at him

Tyler was still unrepentant. "Your boys? You have punks in the underground world? Tyler, have you heard of the Don of Townsville?" Esther replied to Tyler. Tyler's eyes opened wide. Apparently, Tyler has heard of the Don of Townsville and the fear that he struck upon the whole underground of Townsville. Even Tyler's hired guns shiver in fear if they hear that name.

He asked, obviously starting a conversation. No one needed to tell me where he was heading to. And from my stare, no one would need to alarm him of my disinterest. Still, I decided to offer a reply. “Yeah.” “Really?” His smile grew. “Well, then I guess I'll be among the few people you know here. I'm Tyler by the way.” He stretched a hand for a handshake, his smile broadening. With a slight look of disgust, I shook my head, watching his hand drop.

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

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.

"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 ***

Tyler bit his lip, shamelessly checking me out. Dean's hold on my hand tightened. Tyler's eyes moved to Dean, "Dean Ryan, the one and only." "Do I know you?" Dean asked, a little bit too sternly. Tyler placed a hand on his chest, "Grace didn't tell you about me?" Dean looked down at me. I stayed silent. "Allow me to introduce myself, since your lovely girlfriend didn't," he smirked. "I am Tyler Jordan, the ex-boyfriend." Realization flooded Dean's eyes, obviously remembering when I mentioned Tyler to him before as the second guy I dat

Jackson said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which made Erin and Charles chuckle in anticipation. As Tyler approached, his contagious enthusiasm seemed to fill the air around us. I couldn't help but notice how his dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His gray eyes sparkled with excitement, and I found myself mesmerized by his carefree spirit. "Hey, you guys!" Tyler greeted us, his voice brimming with energy. From this distance, I can smell his favorite cologne from his soccer jersey, wet from his sweat. "Hey Ty, congratulations!" Jackson greeted Tyler as they shook hands

I felt weak, but I had to go through with it. I, Keilah Rivera, reject Ralph Moore, the alpha of Moonrise packs' rejection from being his mate. His face twisted, and his grip loosened. The moment his hands let go of me, I'm dead. Just before I could land on the ground, I quickly grabbed his shirt and brought my face close to his, saying firmly, "I refuse your rejection, Ralph Moore." With a satisfied smile, I let go of his shirt and fell to the ground.

I explain. Tyler, enamored with his uncle, suggests Apache, Chinook, and Black Hawk. He enjoys time with his uncles and their military stories, so he now knows several military words and phrases. Sky lists Remi, Buddy, or Rocky. I add Bo, Riley, and Duke. Tyler throws out Buddy, claiming that’s an elf name. Sky states we can’t have a dog named Black Hawk, and I want to exclude Rocky.