Urban Wyatt Novels & Stories

’ “You know about it? That’s fine, I won’t have to hide it anymore then! My Aunt York is from the Yorks in South Light. I’m her sweetheart—if you dare touch me, she will take your life!” Wyatt raised his head proudly. There was no way that Harvey would lay a finger on him after this; even the Zimmers had to obey whatever Aunt York wanted. Harvey was nothing to him. “Try it! Lay a finger on me again!” Wyatt arrogantly tried to provoke Harvey once more. Meanwhile, Tyson was speechless. ‘Was this man kept inside for too long? Has he gone mad?’ ‘Provoking Harvey under such circumstances, does he not fear death?’ “As you wish,” Harvey said lightly as he aimed another kick at Wyatt, almost breakin

Alpha Wayne's POV After leaving Lizzie to sleep, I went to the dungeon. I needed to speak to those bastards who barged into the hospital. I asked Gunner where they were, and he pointed to the cells at the very end of the rows. I knew why he did it. Because they were separated from all the other prisoners. There are not a lot of prisoners in my dungeon. Right now, not including the six men who barged into the hospital, there are a total of ten prisoners. Their crimes range from petty theft to murder.

Hudson crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his gaze. “Fuck you, Hudson, nobody said that. I’m thinking of the women and what they’ve obviously been through. These guys … they fuck and drink, they kill and they protect. These women now need safety, not listening to people fuck in the room next to them.” “Listen, Wrath, you’re a good looking guy, but I’m married,” Hudson said, grinning like an idiot. “I’m sure you have someone here that’ll take one for the team.” K-9 laughed loudly. “Looks like poor Weasel is up again.”

He did not respond, but I knew that he would do as I said. Half an hour later, I rushed to Wyatt’s ward. When he saw me, he said mockingly, “Oh, are you surprised? You must not know what to do now, so you’re here at the hospital to beg for my help?” I scoffed. “It’s just an online scandal; it’s no big deal. You should worry about yourself, Wyatt! So happy about getting AIDS, huh?” “Even with AIDS, I’ll live longer than you!” Wyatt was as haughty as he could be, but he stopped laughing a second later.

Wyatt’s gaze lingered on the top of her head as he flicked his tongue against his inner cheek. My phone buzzed with a new forum reply, but I did not check it. I knew Wyatt had posted something when he went to the bathroom earlier. I could already guess what it said. [That fool is still drinking with me and calling me his best buddy. Tomorrow, I’ll take his wife to the hot springs and stream the whole thing to you guys.]

"Laurel McKinley. Is this a social call, or should I be worried?" "Little of both," she admitted. "I need to see you, Wyatt. "I need to see you in person, if you can manage it." There was a pause on the other end, the kind that meant he was already rescheduling his day. Wyatt had been two years ahead of her in college, sharp enough that everyone had assumed he'd end up running something long before he actually did. Now he sat at the head of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the region, which made him exactly the person Laurel needed and exactly the person nobody would suspect.

“You’re insane.” --- It should have been a regular Thursday morning but it wasn’t. The house was empty. Emptier than usual. Liam Wyatt had gotten used to not having his parents around having his dad die on his 13th birthday and having his mum in and out of the hospital since he clocked 15. Now, 17, he was more than used to empty houses except that it was emptier on that Thursday morning- they had just relieved their remaining maids of their duties.

She stops and turns to me, “Try it for a month, no contract. If you can’t stand me then you can leave.” Wyatt ponders for a moment, “No thank you. I’m gonna head out. It was wonderful to meet you. Truly.” She steps towards the car. “Can you really afford to turn down this offer? I know your house is in foreclosure.” I really don’t want to play this card. But it’s my last ditch effort. “You’re a despicable, chauvinistic, masochist, stalker.” Wyatt is pissed off now, but she’s still not getting in the car. I think I’ve got her where it hurts.

"Hope we can not do that." "Why not? Now's the perfect time. Strike while the iron's hot! If we have them on the run, we may even be able to get into Gary's office and get some new info for Uncle Brody. If we come across any rogues, we'll just kick their asses again. What's the problem, Wyatt?" I felt Wyatt's whole body go ridiged beneath me at the mention of kicking some rouge ass. His eyes were wide, and his face had gone pale. if I didn't know any better, I would swear he was afraid of them.

Luke slid a tablet to the middle of the table. "They're important because the day after you two arrived in Miami, guess who entered the country?" Abigail swiped her finger across the screen. Vara dropped her fork and snatched the tablet. She zoomed in on the third man in the picture. "Wyatt, was with them when they entered the US by way of the Miami airport," Abigail said. "So he really is here? Do we think he's being forced or is he working with them willingly?" Vara wanted to believe in Wyatt, but he'd always had an eye on profits.