Tyquan Tyler Chicago Novels & Stories

I hope you suffer till you are dead Tyler. Xx____xX

She was silly as always. "So, you're the boyfriend? Where are you taking us?” Shyra seriously asks Tyeron. Tyeron smiled. "Yes, ma'am, by the way, I'm Attorney Tyeron Bon Vanderburgh, and you are Shyra, right?" Shyra covered her mouth. "Are you an attorney? How old are you now?” Shyra asks in surprise. "Yes, ma'am, I'm 29 years old," Tyeron replied. She gave Shyra a secretive look and signaled her to stop, but her friend's mouth had no break.

Don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Except maybe Ty and Ruby. I grab my phone and open the group chat. They're still sending worried messages. I start typing, telling them everything. About how Tyler—date Tyler, not my Ty—talked about himself the entire time. About how he lured me to his car. About what he tried to do and how I slapped him and how James nearly choked him out. The responses come fast and furious. *I'm going to KILL him* *Tomorrow at school I'm punching his face*

"I don't know if you were aware of this, but I don't just work for the Dark Tower, I actually own twenty percent of the company." We both nodded. Ty had known before he came and I'd figured it out over the last few days. "My partners and I had been talking about branching out - establishing hotels in a few other major cities. New York. Miami." He drew in a deep breath and looked at me. "How about Chicago?" My heart stuttered almost to a stop. "Chicago?" "Ty and I have talked about the fact he can live anywhere, but he'll need something to do. I proposed to my partners that I head up the new Chicago branch hotel - with the help of a new investor or two who might be interested."

After I had finished giving my speech,I received congratulations from a lot of people:my family,friends,investors and employees. I did not see Kylie again and I was not bothered,for all i know she might be somewhere fucking another person. I saw my best friends; Andrè Suarez and Camilio Fulgencio,we have been friends since our mothers womb. I walked up to them. "What's up man". Andrè said "Nice party". Camilio said "Thanks,it's all thanks to the manager,i did not have any hand in it".

Tyler replied. TBC

’’ ‘’Anyway , she will be on three months probation , if she is able to abide by y rules , then maybe she will stay. ‘’Alright man , whatever you say. I believe in her.’’ Tyler stood from the chair , as he fixed his clothes which seemed to be disoriented fro his sitting. ‘’Right now I need to leave your mean ass alone.’’ He then proceeded to leave. Charles and Tyler have been best friends since they were youn . Charles mother was Tyler’s aunty and sister to his mum. She assed when he was about twelve , leaving him and just his dad .Till one morning his dad decided to move to mexico insearch of a nw friend and happiness. Tyler’s parant had a greed that it wasn’t the best thing for the young C

Now it just made me want to throw something. The game intensified. “Sinclair steals the puck again—look at that speed! He’s breaking away, fending off two Grizzlies defenders like they’re nothing. What a display of dominance from the Bears’ Alpha!” Tyler slammed into an opponent, sending him sprawling, then passed sharply to a teammate. The crowd erupted. “Is it just me or does Tyler look absolutely familiar?” Lucille muttered beside me, squinting hard at the ice. I waved it off, too focused on the action. “Well, his face is all over Chicago. Billboards, ads… you know how it is.”

Ivy joined the rest of the team after exiting another VIP room. Charles turned his attention back to the task at hand. "Stand him up." ordered Charles; Keith and Henry dragged Tyler up by his arms to stand him straight as Charles walked over nonchalantly. "Get off me, you punks!" Tyler shook Keith and Henry's hands off him and surveyed his surroundings. "Who the hell are you MFers? Do you know who I am? I'm Tyler Powell!" "Yeah, Tyler the boytoy, right?" mocked Nathan. Tyler was now enraged. "Say that to me one more time, you four-eyed nerd! I dare you!" Tyler lashed out.

Nina shifted on her chair, her thighs rubbing against each other uncomfortably as she watched him pace around the small living room. Her father’s business trip came with the condition that she must pass her upcoming college entrance exams, and for that, they hired a private tutor – Tyler Grant – a 28-year-old Harvard graduate with a smug mouth, sharper eyes, and a body that looked like he moonlighted as an underground MMA fighter. “You’re distracted again,” Tyler snapped, slapping her textbook shut. The sound made her flinch. “Read the equation to me.”