Tyler Turning Red Novels & Stories

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 rearranged my hair. I mumbled, "Traffic."

"Are you okay, Bella? You seem like you're in deep thought." Ayla's concerned voice caught my attention. "Uh, don't mind me, Ayla. I'm just a bit tired from our stroll earlier." "Are you sure, Bella? Your face looks flush." It was Mama Melly and her words got my eyes widened. Did I really blush?! Ayla's eyes narrowed so I opened my mouth to talk right before she could. "Ah, yes. It's hot earlier and it has been a while since I felt so much heat."

He curled his tongue skilfully and moved it sensually. I instantly felt myself growing wet. I bit my lower lip. "Come by later and I'll show you what this tongue can do." "What happened? Why are you so red?", Nina asked. Jess giggled like a maniac in the bathroom. Clarissa silently added some money into her piggybank. "Cut it off!", I yelled at her with a red head. I had spent almost an hour in his office comforting him, which surprised me. To me it had felt as if I had been inside there for only five minutes.

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

The only thing covering her was the lacy red thong. The man took a step back. Drinking in the sight of her. She wasn’t just the most girl he’d ever seen. She was the most desirable woman. Evie could feel his gaze on her, it was soft, not harsh or demanding. She tried to cover my exposed breasts with her hands, but he grabbed them and placed them behind her back. “Don't hide yourself from me, Red,” he whispered, his voice low and sensual. Evie bit her lip nervously. He was so close to her now and not only could she smell the faint scent of his cologne, but she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

The Red Rave's car was armored, so the security decided to stay inside it and prepare to leave as soon as possible. The armor was not enough to calm Darren and Kath, who embraced each other and cried, terrified, living the materialization of the nightmare that had haunted them once. It also did not deter Timothy, who pounded the bodywork, hit the windows with the revolver, after firing two shots at the front window and discovering the protection.

"It's raining heavily. Let's go seek shelter in the packhouse. It's not safe for you to be out here." A feral growl escaped my lips, my eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and anguish. I shook his head vehemently, raindrops flying off my soaked hair. "Get away!" I roared, my voice resonating with a raw intensity. Blake, undeterred by my outburst, took a step closer, his expression filled with concern. The rain battered against his umbrella, creating a rhythmic symphony of droplets. "It won't look good if anyone sees you like this, Tyler," he implored, his voice tinged with a gentle plea. "Please, let me help you. We need to get out of the rain."

Morris said nothing as he held the bigger card leaving the smaller figure no choice but to kneel obediently. "I did as you said. Don't kill him, please let him go" an angel voice pleads as she kneels before a tyrant staring at her as if a hunter waiting to devour his prey. "I'm not done yet, angel. We barely start." Morris said as he wiped Clare's tears away. "Now be a good girl and suck it," Morris said as his hand motioned his already hardened cock. Clare's eyes widen with fear, she gulps as the imperious thought occupy her mind ‘The size is inhumane’

Then, he spins me gently beneath our joined hands. The room turns into a blurry mess as I try to steady myself. When I finally do, I raise my head, and… stop breathing completely. Tyler is standing a few feet away from me, in a black suit with no tie, like he gave up on the formality of it all. His jaw is set tight, his eyes rimmed red at the edges, and his hair looks like he’s dragged a hand through it one too many times. He should look like a mess, and yet he doesn’t. If anything, he looks unfairly good despite the clear exhaustion on his face. It’s like even though he’s falling apart, he can’t help being the best-looking thing in the room.

Emily wanted to make sense of what was happening but a lot seemed to be going on all the once. “You would divorce me over my shares?” if his desperation wasn’t so sad, she would be laughing. One moment she was looking at Owen staring daggers as her, she heard what he was saying. The only thing she wanted to do was to get some fresh air and find a bigger pitcher of water to quench her thirst. She pushed her chair back to stand and go out but instead she collided with a tray carrying hot coffee, that spilled all over her chest. She staggered backwards feeling her chest burn, her head spinning.