Wednesday #tyler Monster Novels & Stories

The wound on his thigh bleeds steadily, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He takes one step toward Tyler, slow and intentional. Tyler’s voice comes out hoarse, shaking. “Fucking monster. Who the hell are you?” Connor smiled “Don't you want to play anymore?”

“Don’t you worry about that buttercup. I promise I will get you back from him, I promise. Count on that. So please do this for your father, please, for your family.” “I should marry a monster?” Her head tilted not really wanting the assurance she asked for. “Yes. I promise to get you back.” ……………………. Missy found it had to concentrate on the meal in front of her, the man seated opposite her seems to have her attention captivated so deeply her eyes were keen on him rather focusing on her dinner. Yes, Tyler is painted to be the monster, a wicked soulless man, but why would a cruel human being be blessed with a face like his.

Noria turned immediately and chuckled. “Are you alone?” Noria asked. “No she’s definitely not.” Tyler said as he walked into the kitchen with Jon. Tyler went straight to the fridge and took a glass. They all knew what followed was mango juice. It was Tyler’s favorite. “Hey Kia, Jon” She said as she dropped the meat in a plate. “Hi Noria” Jon said. “So what’s up with the Witch” Tyler said as he emphasized the word witch like it was a big thing.

"Go have fun with Jason." Tyler shook her head. "No. Once the moon is high we're all going for a Werewolf run. For now I want to keep up with this Monica situation." "So killing her is off the table," Tyler said. "Can you send her away, maybe to Europe to keep tabs on the Vampire climate? And maybe her husband can keep her company."

It was a dead, still silence. “Crazy?” He chuckled. “Maybe, but let me tell you something... They are crazier than me. They are monsters.” // Tyler did not let the recoding finish, instead, he fished his coat up from his chair and went outside. “Sir?” He ignored her. He went directly to the elevator while dialing Althea’s number. She wasn’t picking up. Tyler cursed under his breath and felt that the elevator was awfully slow. He turned and decided to pick the stairs. While he was descending, Sharon was chasing after him, trying to make him slow down.

He demanded. "Melissa-" "That bitch." "I'm not saying she's the one Tyler, she just wanted to invite me to her wedding." "When is this wedding?" I stopped to think- what date was written on it again? 21st? Yes 21st... Wait- what's today? 21st, today's 21st! "When is this wedding?" He asked again. "Um... Today." Immediately, Tyler took his keys from the nearby table and headed out- "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I asked, following closely behind him, he didn't answer, he opened his door and was about to enter his car but I grabbed him. "What are going to do?" I asked when he stopped, he turned slowly to face me. "I'm going to go crash a wedding."

Then, without saying a single word, Tyler Stone turned around and stormed out of the party. The doors slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the hall. Everyone stared after him in stunned silence. Vanessa looked confused and worried by what she had heard. After a moment of hesitation, she hurried after Tyler, disappearing through the same doors. I almost flinched when I felt my father step beside me. He gently took the microphone from my hands before facing the crowd. Aeizor was already standing beside me, his face completely devoid of emotion. “Please congratulate my daughter and Alpha Aeizor Montero on their engagement!” my father announced. “Both of them will be married next w

“You know that’s my spot.” Tyler’s voice, a low rumble, sent an unbidden shiver down my spine as he murmured, “You know I can’t resist you when you wear something like this. Red is my favorite color.” “Oh, stop it,” the woman giggled as I mimicked a gag. That was the oldest line in the book. “You’re just saying that.” Tyler sat back to look at her. “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone earnest. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

My camera roll becomes a time capsule of sun-drenched chaos: — Tyler in sunglasses, head tilted like he’s judging us all. — Brody pretending to be my bodyguard. — Teddy licking whipped cream off my finger. — A boomerang of the four of us clinking iced coffees, hashtagged #CaffeinatedAndChaotic. — A video of me and Teddy doing a couple’s dance we absolutely did not rehearse enough for. Caption: he’s lucky he’s hot Hashtag: #wanderwithblue #tonedefteddy #vanlifevibes #squadgoals #tylerthetourdog #loversandlosers