Tyler Total Drama Island Novels & Stories

“My name is Tyler Walter, madame. I’m a businessman. We just want to talk to Elias about something important. He might have information about the person we're searching for.” She nodded after checking my Identification Card. “Well, he's living in the residential area of the Carolina Coast. You’ll have to go to the port and from there, you’ll ride a boat. It will take you two to three hours to get there.” I nodded. “Thank you so much.” “Carolina Coast…” Damon whispered as we went back to the car. I glanced at him after I shut the door beside me. “You that place?” “Yeah…” he sighed and rested his back after putting seatbelt on. “The untouched island. No tall buildings. No elegant resorts. Just

Palms on the counter, I brace myself. Now, gazing into my eyes in the bathroom mirror, I exhale slowly. I'm starting to hate Tyler. I know he's the reason we're stuck on this island. Aaron said we're vacationing for the weekend at his Aunt Delihah's home, who is Tyler's mom. I've never asked what she does for a living, but her mansion is here. The city is only a twenty-minute ferry ride away, but we're completely isolated. Other properties are throughout the island, but each home is secluded.

Tyler and I walk over to sit by Tessa who is checking something on her phone. Tyler laughs, "You are never going to believe what just happened to us." She smiles back at him, turning off her phone and giving him her full attention. "Alright, so let me guess then. You pet a dolphin?" "No." "You saw a shark?" "No." "I give up. Tell me." She orders. He leans in close to her ear, "That producer Pam offered to have a threesome with us."

"If he isn't back with her in one hour I'm going over there." "Uh, I'm thinking that's a big fucking no-no." Tyler dropped down in the seat next to mine. "Listen, Lo gave you the harsh truth, now I'm gonna give you a little hope. The only way for you to get through this, is to keep your head down, do not give him any shit on this or he will eat you alive.

Damn. Throwing my thoughts aside, I noticed that Mother Isabella was actually talking to Tyler, who was now in tears. She embraced him, and I realized that Mother Amy was also here, her face filled with concern. "Maybe you should give Tyler some time and let him stay here for now, Adam. It seems that he's emotionally affected by what he found out about you, and he might not fully accept it at the moment..." I heard Mother Isabella say as she comforted Tyler, who seemed to have calmed down and appeared to have fallen asleep in Mother Isabella's arms while still hugging her tightly.

“I’m trying, Luc, but he’s so completely guarded—” “It doesn't matter Flo! He's human, everyone has got something that can make them tick. Those two toxic parasites need to get their absolute asses beaten on live television!” Lucille shouted, her voice thick with rage. “Go back out there and smash them, Flora! I have to go—Love you!” The line went dead with a sharp click. I let out a long, trembling breath. My eyes instinctively searched the shore until I found him. Tyler was standing completely isolated on the damp sand, his broad back facing the tent, his white AirPods were plugged firmly into his ears, his gaze focused entirely on the crashing waves.

The pretty stranger from the bar. “Son of a…” I muttered under my breath. I zoomed in, jaw tightening. How the hell had he even gotten there? That island wasn’t exactly walk-up territory. No flights, no ferries without permission. He’d had help. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing. Tyler was still at work, neck-deep in meetings, pretending to be fine when I could see the exhaustion hanging off him like an oversized suit. He didn’t need this. Not again.