Unconditional Q. B. Tyler Novels & Stories

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

But Tyler doesn't even waste a second and retorts, "I came here today to join you because I hope to be close to you as the rest are and want you to carry me along! I don't care about the other thing at all!" THUD! As soon as he finishes speaking, he saunters to Lucien, drops to his knees, and hollers, "I, Tyler Bryson, today, in the very presence of everyone here, pledge allegiance to you, Mr. Wood!" He holds onto Lucien's foot and kisses it as a show of his sincerity!

Ty grinned and walked over to us. "Hi I'm Tyler, your new big brother. You're mad-dog's kid huh!" "Yes sir, but you better not let him hear you call him that. It makes him rabid." The room cracked up and the tension eased slightly, but I realized that she hadn't called Ty on his big brother crack. Maybe she doesn't know what he's getting at. "Okay boys and girls, assholes to elbows. We still have that thing and then we have to leave." Connor moved towards the room where the five young girls waited and the rest of us followed.

I say. Tyler's eyes flash. "She had no right—" "She had every right. Someone needed to tell me the full truth." "I was going to tell you." "When? After you collapsed? After your heart gave out mid-sentence? After I found you dead in your office?" Tyler flinches at the word "dead." "I was waiting for the right time," he says. "There is no right time for 'by the way, I have a genetic condition that killed my father at forty-three and will probably kill me even younger.'"

I asked. “I heard muffled nonsense and bed springs,” he said dryly. “Not exactly a TED Talk.” I looked away. The humiliation rushed back so violently my hands curled into fists. “It was Clair,” I said. Tyler went still. “And Brad Lawson.” His eyebrows rose. Then, because he was Tyler, because he had apparently been born without the part of the brain responsible for appropriate reactions, his mouth twitched. “Wow.” I snapped my head up. “Don’t.” “I didn’t say anything.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT; A Message -- Tyler Barns is known as an emotionless man. He faces almost everyone with his usual stoic demeanor and void-of-feelings face. If he’s happy, he doesn’t show it. If he's sad, he doesn’t show it. If he’s angry, he rarely shows it—and that is only when he is really, really angry that not even his fiancé, his mother, or his father knows how to quench the raging flames.