Tyrone Bailey Novels & Stories

Kaila nodded. "I am Tyrone." He replied, his eyes shifting to me. "You must be Eiran, it's a pleasure to meet you...bro " Kaila stifled a chuckle as the last word dropped like the screech of a static radio. "Yeah, I am." I cleared my throat. Tyrone let out a nervous laugh as he helped us put our bags in the back of the jeep. I hadn't noticed how late it was until we were well on our way to their house.

he informed me. “That is not what I heard,” I said before I could even stop myself. People on the streets talked, and they talked about Troy Bailey a lot. He made the papers often, not because of his criminal activities, but purely for his looks. He was Haverton’s most eligible bachelor, and a confirmed man slut. “I am aware of my reputation,” he said with an odd little smile, “but it’s a complete fabrication. I don’t fuck around. I used to…before I came here.”

“Gonna make you crazy.” I can already tell he’s right. The piercing throbs in time with my pulse, a constant, delicious reminder. Tyrone straightens, stripping off his gloves with a snap, his dark eyes burning into mine. “All done,” he says, but his voice is rough, his cock a thick ridge in his jeans. I don’t move, honestly I can’t. Tyrone’s hand finds my thigh, his fingers digging in possessively. “You did good, princess.” His thumb brushes the barbell again, and I gasp, my back arching. “Real good.”

They noticed that Tyrone had headed straight to the gym after leaving the bedroom. When Caleb switched to the gym's feed, he and Heather froze at what they saw. In the vast gym, Tyrone was dressed in his black suit pants and a white shirt, relentlessly pounding away at a punching bag. Each punch sent the heavy bag swinging violently. He wasn't even wearing gloves. The force behind his punches must have been agonizing for his hands, yet he remained unfazed. Then, with one final, devastating punch, the bottom of the bag burst open, spilling sand across the floor.

He thought that Gabriel had been there to celebrate Tyrone’s birthday. After the meal, Kayson and company came to the basement parking lot. “Kayson, I have a meeting tomorrow, so I have to rush back to Skyspring through the night. “Don’t forget to pay this old man a visit when you come to Skyspring next time.” Kayson nodded. “I will.” Tyrone nodded gleefully and got in the car while Jeremy told him, “Call me on my personal number if you need me for anything.” Jeremy then drove off with Tyrone.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"He's okay with us dating as long as I don't miss training and games." Tyrone is still using Trent. "I thought you said you're taking a break from football and focusing on painting?" "Football has more money," This is Tyrone talking. "Well, okay..." "You don't seem happy that everyone now knows about us." I force a grin. "I am! I'm now all yours and you're all mine! And the world knows."

another player chimes in. "We were starting to think you were imaginary." Orion shoots them both a look. "Bailey, these idiots are Tyler Morrison and James Chen. Tyler is our left wing, James is defense. Try not to let them scare you off." "Nice to finally meet you, Bailey. Cap's been way less grumpy since you came around." Tyler says with a grin. "I'm never grumpy," Orion protests. "You're always grumpy," another voice calls from across the ice, followed by laughter.

It was him, trapped in the shadow of the revelation, carrying the weight of a betrayal so deep it had been part of his bloodline all along. I tried to give him space, but space had only made the distance grow. The closer I got, the further he seemed to drift, like smoke slipping between my fingers. I couldn’t stand it. I hated seeing him carry all that pain alone, and yet he wouldn’t let me in. It was why, after Casey’s son was born, I had noticed something else. Tyrone had begun spending hours in the nursery, standing by the window, watching the boy sleep. He wasn’t interacting with him, not really. He didn’t talk, didn’t smile, didn’t touch the child. He just… stared. And for a while, I th

Blake scolds Ty, pointing to the baby. "I am. Stop yelling; you're going to make the twins cry," he says, kicking Blake on his shin. The twins begin to cry, making Selene and I both close our eyes and burst into laughter. "See? See what you did? You woke them up!" Blake begins to freak out, cradling baby Lilith. "Me? You're the one yelling, fucker!" Ty says, imitating Blake's moves as they try to calm the twins. "Oh, yes... This is going to be fun." Selene adds as I take one twin, handing the baby to Selene, and then take the other one, and we calm the babies until they fall back to sleep.