Wyatt Cryer Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there." "What are you looking at?" Meg returns and sits down. "Oh, nothing." "Look, it's the girls." She points to the girls behind me. "Do you know th

“If you don't want to fucking be here, then leave. I won't fucking stop you. Wyatt never raises his voice, he just looks at me. He looks so sad. “I know you wouldn't. That hurts, but I've had weeks for the sting to wear off. So, I need you to understand this. I am not here for you. I am here for Mick, Ricky, Van, Val and Lucy. Because they need someone. Mick can not do this alone. He needs help. Those kids need love and attention. I am here for them and I am here for Wilder.” He swallows hard. “I owe it to my friend to be here for his family. Wilder would be devastated if he saw how things are right now. He worked his ass off for years, sacrificing everything, for those kids. Now, it's my tu

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

Wyatt's loud voice swallowed Jacques's gentle whisper. Jeremy paused. Everyone who heard what Wyatt said was stupefied. Jeremy let out a chuckle and started walking forward holding Jacques. "It's either you or Viper to take it," Wyatt added. Jacques turned to look at Wyatt and he looked serious. Even his men were stunned but there was clarity in Wyatt's demeanor. "I'll give you half my wealth. Do what you did with your turf, with Grover and its surroundings. Make our place better. Make Grover a better place like Peyton."

He dipped his hands in the pocket of both sides of his trouser. His eyes were demanding answers to his ridiculous questions. Caitlyn's shoulders dropped. For the second time since he arrived, she was disappointed. It was mixed with a wave of slight anger, now. She stared straight into his eyes. "No, I do not have a spare key. Yes, I cry over little things. You can as well call me a crybaby!" She held up the phone and key, "thank you for bringing them back. You can leave now. This crybaby is going to go in now."

"Mr. Pratt, are you scared now? I told you to let me go, but you wouldn't listen. Now look—you can't even protect your own company anymore." Sawyer wondered how Wyatt could still be so confident. Wyatt kept going. "I'll give you one last chance. Let me go, and I'll put in a good word. Maybe I'll even leave you with something." Sawyer looked him straight in the eye. "You're being way too cocky. I forgot to mention something—Damian just lost a billion or two trying to cause trouble. He had to back off like a coward." Wyatt's eyes widened. "No way. Damian has financial backing, and you've got nothing. How could he lose?"

Through the gaping hole, in stepped one heavy black boot on a well-muscled leg, followed by another and there he was; It was Wyatt. The shock of seeing him took my breath away. He was somehow even more handsome than the last time I’d seen him back in Philadelphia. He was shirtless, showing off his sculped torso and impressive six-pack. Blood soaked his face, chest and hair and his piercing blue eyes searched the room wildly. He looked like a vengeful, pillaging viking warrior and, in that moment, I found myself in awe of the Alpha I had been so desperate to leave behind.