Tyquan Tyler Chicago Novels & Stories

In the city, Tyler has been tended to. His wounds were cleaned up, but he sustained serious scratches on his face and chest. The wounds were deep, leaving scars on his body. For some reason, he was unable to heal naturally. They found a syringe near his vehicle. He was in seriously bad shape. When his consciousness returned, he attacked those who were monitoring his condition. He was quite strong for a young man. He had to be restrained, strapped on the bed so they could properly examine him.

"I was expecting a girl actually but if its a boy, I expect him to be sweet, not rude, being able to introduce himself, didn't kidnapped a girl that was walking home, and attractive." "You sound like you're mocking me." I shook my head "I didn't but if you feel that way, it's fine by me." "I thought you know my name, we introduced ourselves yesterday." he said "Nope," I said popping the 'p' "I didn't catch that." he rolled his eyes "Let me introduce myself then, my name is Tyler Williams, I just moved from California to Chicago. I didn't kidnapped a girl instead I was saving the girl from the rain and I am strikingly attractive." he smirked arrogantly at the end.

He could be seen extending his arms to go over and hug Tyr. “Haha, bro, without you, there would be no Tyler Lancaster today. Bro, I owe my rebirth to you. Why didn’t you tell me in advance that you were coming to Swampville City? Bro, since you’re here, enjoy yourself for a few more days. I, Tyler Lancaster, will be your host. Whatever entertainment you seek, bro, I’ll treat you to it.” Behind him, Calvin Yaleman, Zayn Lee, and the group of people were dumbstruck. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that Tyler was so well acquainted with Tyr.

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.”

But the burner phone calls told a different story. Three calls to Tyler this week alone. Each lasting between five and ten minutes. What were they talking about? Money, obviously. Karla needed to keep Tyler quiet and cooperative. But what else? Damien opened another file the background check on Tyler that Marcus had prepared. Tyler James. Age 28. Mechanic at Morrison's Auto Shop in Philadelphia. High school graduate. No college. No criminal record beyond a few speeding tickets. Dated Karla for two years before they broke up four months ago, right around the time she'd discovered she was a Nightbane.

“A lifetime, it seems. I wonder what happened to Tyler?” Will’s jaw tightened. “Why do you ask?” I laughed at his expression. “Not for any reason you might be thinking of. He was a douchebag then and is undoubtedly a douchebag now. I was just wondering if he ever fulfilled his dream of playing in the NBA. I don’t really follow sports.” Will’s face softened, and a rueful smile played on his lips. “He works at his dad’s garage about three towns over from Deepwater. Last I heard he and Bobby Sue had four kids together.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I looked at the door to see who had spoken. It was Tyler and in his hands were his uniforms. “I gotta make this look presentable. My dad’s going to be at the assembly,” he said with a wink at me. I understood immediately. He has to look good enough to represent Maximilian in good grace. “Hey, Charlie. I see we both have good tastes.” “Yeah? What’s your type?” “Redhead but I could do a short brunette on the side,” he wagged his brows.

CHAPTER ONE TYLER Tyler Reyes – National Championship Final Northbridge Hawks vs Silverhollow Storm The arena was shaking. Deafening. The kind of loud that rattled inside your chest. “Thirty seconds!” Coach’s voice thundered behind me. I gripped my stick tighter, my gloves damp with sweat. My heart thudded like a war drum. One–one. Final period. Championship game. Twenty thousand people screaming from the stands, but I only saw him. Mason Grant.

“Go on, beat Zayn Larson’s family up. Do not stop until I say so.” “Um…” Tyler was immediately troubled. He had reaped a lot of benefits from the Carters. If he were to beat all of them up, he would have a hard time with them in the future. Moreover, Zayn was the support pillar behind the Carters—he was someone to watch out for. Even Waltz City’s underground king, Mr. Hyde, was Zayn’s man. Tyler could not afford to offend them. Mia’s eyes traveled to Tyler. “Hmm? Are you defying my order?”

The person was none other than Tyler, even though his face was less visible, he can always be identified by putting on his black leather jacket. "What are you doing here?" Martin's face turned dry as he asked without sparing him a single glance. Tyler's eyes traveled to the empty chair that used to be Haunter's. "You don't have an underboss, that's not right, I'm available!" He smirked. Carlos rolled his eyes dryly and looked at Evander while shaking his head. Tyler was back again, they were sure trouble would start. "I'll ask again, why are you here?" Martin looked at him this time.