Tyson Gobble の小説・ストーリー

She was still looking between the boxes on the shelf, keeping a look out. Tyson peeked from above the box as he was taller. He was covering half of his face with his shirt now that I noticed that he was bare up – his refined rock-hard six pack abs showing and his muscles on his arms flexing as he moved it. “Hot huh?”, he snarkily said to me. He was now looking down at me looking at his body.

He sent the message through their mate bond. "Shh, stop yelling in my head. Dinner is prepared and we're eating with Tyboll. Take your claw out of your ass, calm down, and come join us." Panic thrummed through Honey. "I'll redden your ass until you can't sit for a week." "Promises, promises. Now hurry up, because Tyboll is eating like he's never had a home-cooked meal. If he eats everything before you arrive, it'll be your fault."

The ever-intimidating Tyson Rigsby tweaked his brow ever so slightly at the mention of potatoes and sweet potatoes. Time stretched into slow motion. Tyson’s pursed lips gave the faintest twitch. It wasn’t a smile. It looked more like a muscle spasm. It was a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, and I might have sworn it was a hallucination. “Oh, lunch is ready. Elaine mentioned that you fancy some beef stew with potatoes?” Boom! I felt as if my face went up in flames. “Uh… Y-Yes, Mr. Rigsby…” My voice was barely a whisper. If only there were a hole I could crawl into.

Tyrone narrowed his eyes and drawled mockingly, "Oh, a meal? I can't let you do that, Mr. Waylon. Shall we grab a meal together instead? My treat." Bob heard the way Tyrone bit out the last two words and felt a chill run down his spine. A bad feeling seized him as the blood drained from his face. … Ten minutes later, a dozen of the Lunary's attendants brought out mouthwatering dishes before retreating respectfully to the sidelines. "Eat," Tyrone ordered as he gestured for Bob to take the first bite. Bob swallowed. "Mr. Elkin, I…" "What? Are you going to turn down my generosity, Mr. Waylon?" Tyrone demanded, cutting Bob off icily.

He said, and my tongue went numb. What? Tyson has a better proposal for the company?

Jean said it herself that she would hide from him and never appear before his eyes ever again. But a few days later, he found her flirting with his cousin in front of him. ‘Very well. She really has the guts to break her promises.’ … Tyson purposely chose to have his birthday party in the club. He did not hold any official event; it was just a casual party. There were not a lot of guests, but it was not a small number either. It was boisterous enough and it was not too noisy. Tyson held up a glass of wine as he smiled at the crowd. “Thank you all for showing up tonight. This is just a gathering among friends, so you don’t have to worry about anything. Have fun, everyone!”

Caleb chuckled and said, “Not very soft, is he? You can count on me for a comfortable… Ahhh!!!” He screamed as Tyson took off suddenly. I don’t know how he did it but only Caleb felt the impact. The next moment, he was hanging onto Tyson’s wings for his dear life. Tyson didn’t bother to slow down rather he soared into the sky. The cool wind that slapped against my face was so refreshing that I forgot about Caleb for a moment. “Do want me to fall and die?” Caleb’s raspy voice sounded over the flapping sound of the wings drawing my attention back to him.