Unconditional Q. B. Tyler Novels & Stories

He’s unforgivable! I heard footsteps coming and I saw Tyler’s parents running down the stairs. Chris Walter was fast even with a cane. He stood between me and Tyler while Mrs. Walter held her son’s arm. “What’s happening here? Tyler?” Mr. Walter’s authoritative voice was cold and strict. I laughed hard inside my head when Tyler looked down, unable to answer his own father. He’s still a coward. He can’t even answer his father now. What? Afraid of disappointing his father once his illegitimate child was discovered? What a chicken!

Tyler puffed out his chest in pride. "Are you seriously saying you beat up a kid with a Wiffleball Bat?" "He had no manners and deserved it." Tyler was completely unapologetic. "That' is my little bear!" "So what do you know about the guy mom was talking about?" "He is amazing! And so much fun!" "Wow that is some high praise. You were passing judgement on all of moms boyfriends starting at four years old and it was rare to even get a 'he is okay.' from you. "

As the seconds stretched, he could feel the anticipation, like a taut thread connecting him to Jane’s unspoken words. “Hutchinson-Gilford progeria syndrome,” she finally confessed, the weight of the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Tyler’s brow furrowed, his expression a blend of confusion and concern. It was as if he was encountering this illness for the very first time, his eyes absorbing the gravity of its implications. The subtle curvature of his brows mirrored the depth of his thoughts, each wrinkle a testament to the new realm of understanding he was entering. Innocence and curiosity mingled in Tyker's voice as he admitted, "I'm sorry, but I've never come across that before."

Of all the times for Cyril to get spicy and unfiltered, it had to be during school lunch. I felt Chloe’s eyes on me, and I casually reached for a napkin. “So, anyway…” “You smiled at your phone,” she said with raised eyebrows. “No, I didn’t.” “You definitely did.” I was about to defend myself when Tyler slammed his phone down on the table and flopped into the seat across from us. “You two should be grateful you don’t have elder siblings. They’re demons in fitted suits.” Chloe shook her head, tucking a braid behind her ear. “You need to let things go, Tyler. Tyson cut you off for a reason.”

he asked me for confirmation "Yeah" i replied "Okay, Elena take care this is chance to impress him" tyler said making fun Elena nods her head in yes "Good night guy's" tyler left Now we are here only us. I don't know how long this night will feel anymore.

Caroline: [Ty, this is Mommy.] During mealtime, Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it and opened a text message from an unknown number. The content of the message startled him, causing him to drop his fork with a clang. The sound caught Axel's attention, who then asked, "What's going on, Ty?" Tyler glanced at the nearby bodyguard and shook his head as he replied, "Nothing, I just saw the news."

"Hey, I suppose a dog is barking and biting people here! It turns out to be you! Rainie?" Tyler smiled sarcastically, and his tone was very disrespectful to Rainie. Latisha and Cherilyn covered their mouths and laughed, waiting to see a good show. They did not dare to oppose Mrs. Handerson, but Tyler was different. Tyler was the grandson of the Handerson Family. Mrs. Handerson never could bring herself to say a word out loud to him, she doted on him.

“Mommy, can we have a princess tea party now?” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Only if your dad agrees to wear the tiara this time.” Thomas groaned, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Why is it always me?” “Because you’re the funniest in a tiara,” Emma said, biting back a laugh. Lily clapped her hands. “Daddy in a tiara! Daddy in a tiara!” Thomas sighed, putting his guitar aside. “Alright, fine. But only because I love you both.” Emma disappeared into the other room, returning moments later with a pink plastic tiara. She placed it on Thomas’s head, adjusting it with a smirk. “Perfect.”

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.