Unconditional Q. B. Tyler Novels & Stories

muttered Tyr, unceremoniously drinking the cup of tea Carson offered. The truth was, Tyr had not agreed to any of the conditions Carson previously penned, such as riches, dividing up Prime City’s territories, or marrying off his daughter to Tyr. He wasn’t short of funds, nor did he need Connie Yorke to marry him. And, as for Prime City’s land, Tyr didn’t need that either. The reason he agreed to help was solely for Heather Quelch’s sake, because he was very fond of that demure and kind woman. That fondness might have something to do with Tyr’s mother’s early death.

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.

And the pause that followed let me know that the way I had said Tyler’s name had set bells ringing in her head. So when she said, "Tyler," I already knew it was coming. "He's in three of my units, and he’s a really good study partner. We're keeping each other on our toes and making sure our grades don’t drop below 3.8s you know." "He sounds like a good boy who has a good head on his shoulder, which is exactly what you need. What is his family like?" There it was. "He's a beta, Mom. You don’t have to start thinking of my wedding day. He's just a person in my year that I study with."

--- Tyler, as soon as he sees me, puts his tablet aside and comes running into my arms. Therein lies the main reason I can never forget Ethan. Tyler, which means the one who protects, is the face of his father. He has pulled everything from his eldest, from the blond hair, totally straight, to even the way he walks. No one can say that they are not father and son, the resemblance between them is absurd. Tyler has little things that are similar to me.

But Brenda was already heading for the door, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She paused at the doorway, turning to look at me. “I’m so happy for you,” she said, her voice breaking. “I just need a moment.” And then she was gone, the door closing behind her. The room was silent, everyone unsure of what to do, but Tyler continued his speech even when his mom signaled him to stop; he didn’t pay attention to her. Tyler invited me up again and asked me to stand close to him. He looked straight into my eyes and started to talk to me directly.

Tyler sighed and pressed his lips in fake disappointment, "I’m not trying to intrude on your space, Claire. I’m just interested in reading Hunter’s letter. He’s been my enemy for so long, and I never thought he could string together so many words." He tried to take the letter again and added, "I never thought he had it in him to write such a thing... please let me read it. Let me read and verify it's not AI generated." "It's not AI generated." "And how do you know that?" "I just know." "How?" Tyler quirked an eyebrow. "Okay, don't tell me. Just let me read it." "It's personal. You can't read it." "I know it is personal and I swear I won't judge him or the feelings he shared. I'm just curious

Habang nagdudumali naman si Arizona sa pagtatali ng medyo basa-basa pang buhok niya. Akala niya, walang nakatingin sa kanya. Na abala sa pakikipag-usap si Tyler sa kapatid. "Don't tie it yet," pigil ng lalaki sa kanya. "Your hair is beautiful when unbound." "O, di ba!" ang pabulalas na pambubuska ni Terry. "Mahilig si Kuya Tyler sa mahahabang buhok!" "Hmm, mukhang pulos tsismis na tungkol sa akin ang sinasabi mo tungkol sa akin, a?" ang patudyong wika naman ni Tyler.

Jess Yess online Can you believe it? 8:20PM No. No I can't. 8:20PM√√ He really said that to you? 8:20PM√√ Just now 8:20PM He won't stop texting me because I left him on read . 8:20PM He's begging me talk to you 8:20PM. I do know what to say 8:20PM√√ Do you really think he didn't...? 8:20PM I don't know what to believe anymore

“Tyler’s mother is in France, Harley Quinn. Now if you don’t mind, get the f*ck out!” “No, it’s Tyler’s father who’s in France, and I intend to fly to him today, but not without our son of course.” “If you don’t leave right now, I’m gonna dial 911,” Tanya warned. “Please do, and then we can take a paternity test. Which will only confirm what I already know. Tyler is my son, and his father is Ryan Barnes.” … The girls gasped. “Wait what?” Tyler spoke up for the first time.

Tyler smiled . "So you haven't been with anyone?" I asked. I didn't really want to be direct. "No." He replied . " No office fling. No one night stand." I asked. " No Larna. I am a virgin." Tyler said in almost a whisper. " Why are you whispering?" " Because it's embarrassing. Where have you seen a thirty year old virgin?" Tyler laughed nervously." But I want to save myself for the one I marry."