Tyson Gobble Novels & Stories

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 I smiled. “Yeah you did, we all did but you weren't the first. The one who usually screams ghost first is Tyson," I said but from Kaleb's facial expression I could tell he was finding it hard to remember this person I speak of “Tyson..that name does sound familiar but I really can't make out the face," he said, having a thinking face. “Yeah you know him. Everyone knows him, Tyson the worm boy," I said, hoping that would trigger his memory.

Gabby's eyes widened in shock because he had happened to witness the event that had ensued at the restaurant firsthand and so he knew exactly what Tyler was talking about. “What did she want?” Gabby whispered, still shocked. “Peace offering,” Tyler tried a joke as he held up the brown bag for his friend to see. Gabriel sighed and palmed his face. “Please, tell me you weren't just a dick to her.” He pleaded even though he already knows the response. “I was.” He scoffed.

“You’re not going to murder him.” “I will, if he doesn’t give me what I want. Besides, I didn’t spend last night surfing through the dark web learning lots of shady shit for nothing!” “Not happening,” I repeated, putting up a picture of an ice sculpture on the moodboard. The overgrown baby responded by blowing me a raspberry. “Is Tyson even in the country?” I added, ignoring him. “He’s still in China, working on that new branch thingy. But he’ll come back if it’s your party.”

Gathering their forces at once, they rushed towards Hungry Puppets. Meanwhile, Tyr had driven the Ford Mustang and arrived at the entrance of Hungry Puppets Restaurant. Bobby and his group were waiting for him by the door. To facilitate the rest of tonight’s event, Bobby and his team had specially booked the entire restaurant. On the surface, it was seemingly an act to give face to Tyr, but behind the scenes, they just wanted Tyr to suffer a horrendous death here. “Gate Master, you’re here.” When they saw Tyr stepping out of the vehicle alone, Bobby and the others were in a great mood.