Tyler Novels & Stories

If Bea and Riel are a thing, and now you two start too—my single heart is not ready! [+1] [+2] [+3] [+4] [+5] [+6] [Tyler]: Guys! It’s not like that! I was just saying! [Dan]: So that is your type, huh? [Tyler]: Whatever. I’m going back to work. [Karina]: Don’t be mad, Ty. But you’re bright red right now. Who wants a picture? [Dan]: Raises hand on behalf of Midori!

Scarlet, unfortunately, was unable to attend because she needed to visit her grandparents this weekend. I finally made it to the game area after weaving my way through the crowd, and Tyler was right there waiting for me. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned checkered red shirt on top. His brown hair with white highlights was styled in a haphazard manner, giving him a bad boy vibe. I also noticed another guy next to him, with silver eyes and pierced ears, and chin. Tyler and I hugged, and he gently lifted me off the ground. He ruffled my hair and said, "You're late." I slapped his hand away, glaring, and rearrange

Matthew was surprised, he only laughed it off. “I’m Fiona.” The last girl said. And last but not least, the eldest spoke, “I’m Connor.” “I see, so, Tina, Terry, Terrisa, Fiona and Connor, right? My name is Matthew. Nice to meet you all.” “It’s nice to meet you too!” Tina said. “Matthew, Matthew!” Terry called out. “Can I have another one?” Matthew jolted his head back in surprise. “You haven’t even finished yours. And besides, this is for Chia. Which reminds me, where is she?”

Riley gently scolds starring at the four of us. Amy's eyes flicker between Ty and Tris; "Right, sorry; you're boys are handsome, Liam and they look so much like you." "I'm 4 years old and Trissy's 1 year old," Tyler announces proudly from in between Axel and me; while holding Axel's hand. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Amy asks him; squatting down in front of Tyler. Tyler looks up at me in question and I not for him to answer; "I'm Tyler Lukas Carmichael; and my bofer is Tristan Patrick-Riley Carmichael. Our daddy Luke died but we hafe a new daddy."

Liam broke up with his new girlfriend 😈 Call me when you get a chance ❤️ I smiled, deciding I'd call her a little later, so I didn't bother to respond immediately. The next message I opened was from Ryder. Ryder: Good night ❤️ I had a good day too. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Finally, it was time to check Tyler's messages. Tyler: Morning 🌞 Sorry it's so early. On my way to a neighboring pack with my dad today. We need to negotiate pack territory... Kill me. Wish I could spend the day with you instead ❤️

“Gallahan Wick? The Gallahan Wick? The fucking general of the Culling Army?” “Yes. The very same.” He visibly malfunctioned for a little while, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, before finally stammering out, “And… And he’s your mate?” I sighed, feeling suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline had ebbed away. Then I admitted softly, “Fated.” “Oh,” Lewis mumbled. “I'm as good as dead, aren’t I?” “Probably.” “If I plead my case and confess that I am, in fact, a gay man, will it make a difference?”

She replied, stepping back. “You do, too. How are you feeling?” I asked, waving at Tyler. He smiled back. Tyler was tall, every bit of six and a half feet tall. He towered over my sister. He had wavy blonde hair and blue eyes that fit his beach going attitude. He was so laid back compared to my sister. They complemented each other perfectly.

Tyler stood and smiled “ Lexi it is.” “ Does anyone want to explain why Tyler is calling this lady queen. And why was she glowing a light blue a second ago?” the new voice asked. I turned to look at him. Damn are there any ugly shifts? This guy was at least six foot tall with jet black hair that was shaved close to his head. Light brown eyes, angled jaw with five o’clock shadow. Muscles everywhere. Even with the jagged scar running from his ear to his neck he was still a handsome man. Not as handsome as my Luther or Ryan but good looking nonetheless.

--- Tyler, as soon as he sees me, puts his tablet aside and comes running into my arms. Therein lies the main reason I can never forget Ethan. Tyler, which means the one who protects, is the face of his father. He has pulled everything from his eldest, from the blond hair, totally straight, to even the way he walks. No one can say that they are not father and son, the resemblance between them is absurd. Tyler has little things that are similar to me.

“Are you sure about this?” “I don’t want to be sure,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’m just… tired.” She sighed and sat back down beside me, shaking her head. “Okay… at least tell me his name.” “Tyler,” I said. “Tyler?” she repeated. “Tyler what?” “Tyler Miller.” Wendy froze. Her eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. “Tyler Miller?” “Yes… you know him?” “Emily,” she said, almost in disbelief, “who doesn’t know that playboy billionaire?”