Weird Science Wyatt Novels & Stories

Harper swallowed. "Karina?" A loud boom resounded in Wyatt's mind. "What did she say?" Wyatt's hands tightened on Harper's shoulders, and she didn't know whether she should reveal the next thing. Wyatt's grip tightened even more. "Tell me! Harper!" Harper's face twisted in pain as she bit her lip, whispering, "She's a witch." Suddenly, Wyatt's hands relaxed, slipping off Harper's shoulders. He seemed struck by something, speaking in a low, eerie voice, "So, it is her."

“The big, strong mystery man. The professor who took what he wanted in the dark but when it comes time to look your boy in the eyes, blindfolded or not, you run away like a scared little kid.” “Shut up,” I muttered, my voice coming out weak. Bryce pushed off the wall and stepped closer. His robe hung open a little, showing his chest. “What’s wrong, Wyatt? Are you that afraid he’ll realize who you really are? Afraid he’ll say he likes my touch better? Or maybe you’re just too much of a pussy to see what you started.” He grinned wide. “He’s in there right now, hard and full of my plug but you couldn’t even step into the room after what the both of you have shared together…so pathetic.”

Wyatt wailed dramatically. "Bear with it," Tyler Walters said, holding a cutter. The moment the cutter touched the bottle, Wyatt started squirming uncontrollably. "Doctor, your hands better not shake. I won't spare you if you hurt me. I've got connections all over this hospital!"

The sorveteria was a cozy little place with bright colors and a cheerful atmosphere, a stark contrast to the tension of the morning. Wyatt sat between Matt and Gideon, happily licking a chocolate cone, his face smeared with ice cream as he chattered about superheroes and dinosaurs. I watched him, my heart swelling with love, even as I felt the undercurrent of unease between the two men. Gideon, to his credit, kept things light, joking with Wyatt and even managing a few polite exchanges with Matt about the city’s new aquarium exhibit. Matt responded cautiously, but I could see him trying, and it warmed me to know he was making an effort for Wyatt’s sake.

"Look, guys. Wyatt may be a lot of things..." "Like a liar and a blackmailer..." Eric cursed. "And a manipulative prick..." Chuck added. "With an ego the size of Montana..." Melanie tried to lighten the mood. "...and a few small countries," Katie added with a laugh. "But one thing I know for certain is that Wyatt Gaynes is not a murderer." "I'm not so certain, Katie. He's isn't the same hot jock high school football star wannabe who dated a different cheerleader every month," Eric began.

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. I know he knows.” “He did,” I admitted. “But I thought Lycans were extinct. I just assumed he saw some big werewolves and panicked.” Wyatt laughed. “Oh, he panicked all right. He saw a seven and a half foot Lycan. Panic is an understatement.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankle over his knee. “Did he tell you why he wants us all dead?” I shrugged. “I don’t really ask that. I think he told my assistant that you had no business etiquette.”

Miles shook his head in disbelief. “I slipped the attendant some cash on our way in,” Wyatt winked. His villain smile sparkled in the sunlight, and his hands stroked an invisible cat in his lap. Miles sank back in his seat confusedly. This wasn’t the ferris wheel fanfiction adventure he had dreamed of. He swallowed the fear in his throat. “Now,” Wyatt threw his invisible cat out the window, dark eyes glittering diabolically, and fingers folding neatly in his lap. “Let’s chat

The person named Tash started by sending a mysterious yet pointed message that read, "Hi, William. I'm proficient in physiognomy, and your girlfriend has the textbook features of a cheater who's plagued with many romantic entanglements. She's too seductive. She'll bring you bad luck and drive away all of your good fortune. It's best if you break up with her as soon as possible." It was obvious. Tash was Natasha!

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.]

Wyatt asked. " That women over there. She belonged to Carter's pack." I say. " That's right. She did. Now she's mine." He says. " How are you controlling them?" I asked. " They have implants in their heads. If they mess with the implants then it explodes." He explains. " Of course it does." I say not sounding the least bit surprised. " I'm not the monster that you think I am Ivy." Wyatt says. " No. You're not. You're worse." I say.