Tyrone Bailey Novels & Stories

The thought that Troy Bailey, the Lycan Prince of the North and big bad crime boss of Haverton, had pornography in his nightstand was both scandalous and hilarious at the same time. Intrigued, I flipped the magazine open and started to page through it.

“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.”

Then, he said, "Also, there was a call from the Elkin residence asking you to go home for a family dinner tonight." Tyrone didn't even turn around. "I'm busy." "Understood." It was an answer within expectations. Caleb wasn't surprised at all. "Is there anything else?" When he noticed that Caleb was still there, Tyrone raised an eyebrow. Caleb paused for a moment. Then, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Elkin, have you fallen for Ms. Sutton?" Tyrone was brought up in Rhine, so he didn't need anyone to translate Rhinian for him. Also, when Heather was ill, Tyrone even called his private physician over to treat her.

After that, Tyrone turned to Kayson and said, “Kayson, all of them are experienced doctors from Skyspring.” “This one over here is Levi Yarde… “This one over here…” Tyrone introduced them one by one to Kayson, and Kayson remembered all their names. Since Tyrone was still rather weak right now, everyone went downstairs.

~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.

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.

She nodded at Tyrone politely and did not answer his question. "Miss, wait a minute..." But Marilyn did not look back. Tyrone wanted to chase after her and ask clearly. But after walking a few steps, he felt that his waist was very painful. He could only stop and look at the culprit. It turned out to be a banana peel that made him slip. He took out his phone and called Jacob. "Dad," Jacob answered the call quickly. "Jacob, come to the bathroom. I think I saw your sister. I fell and hurt my waist. Come over quickly and chase after her."

"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."

She'd taken the boy there, so she wanted to call to know if Bruce was already asleep, The man told her he wasn't. He was still watching cartoon with his daughter in the living room. She thanked the man and hung up. "Here you go, Thanks." She was giving Tyrone back his phone when her eyes caught sight of something, The wallpaper of his phone. In it, Tyrone was standing with another man and with the way he stood, One could tell the other man is his superior. "He's your boss?" She asked him and he nodded, "Yes, Mr Lionel Baird." He replied her with an air of pride in his voice.