Tyler Crowley の小説・ストーリー

A gun fires and for a moment everyone stops and complete silence no one moved or did anything as we watched Dwayne grab his chest and hit his knees. “Avery what have you fucking done?” Archer shouts. Avery stood over Dwayne. “Don't ever fucking dare me,” Avery tells him. Archer was so upset that his clothes tore to shreds as he shifted into his Lycan. “Avery!” Car after car pulls up and men with guns starts climbing out. “Kill anyone that tries anything, including the big bad wolf,” Avery mutters. I wasn't paying attention to what was happening with me until I realized Avery was getting farther away.

Tyler replied. TBC

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Her dad said and they chuckled. One of the three males on the other side of the couch wanted to say something but was a little too late as Scarlett's mom beat him to it "And who are you young man since my daughter refused to introduce you still" She said and Scarlett's face flushed from embarrassment. Tyler only chuckled "I'm Tyler Rodriguez" Tyler replied. "I know him, he is the youngest businessman close to having a billion in his bank account, and he just entered into the world of business three years ago," one of the guys said. Tyler was surprised when he heard some talking about him 'Am I already that popular?' he thought but only smiled at the guys.

I said, nodding my head to him. He looked surprised that I would know his name. Tyer stood right about 6’0 tall, curly brown hair came down to his ears, highlighting his facial features. His brown eyes lit up when I mentioned his name. “Yes, Luna. Tyler at your service,” he said, opening the door for us. Tyler was Tyree’s twin brother. That was how I realized who he was, but there was no way that I was about to tell him that. “Thank you, Tyler,” I said as we passed. Kai chuckled through the link, but I just ignored him.

He nods his head “With Jax being an asshole I needed a new Beta. His name is Cole” “Cole” I mutter quietly trying to make his name sink in “Cole has been a member of this pack for as long as I have, he is one of my oldest friends. I’m sure you will like him” A few moments later the door opens and in walks a well built man wearing just a pair of jeans, was he not cold because it was freezing outside. He was easily 6 foot tall, tattoos running the length of his arms and flowing out on to his chest. Blonde hair that was short and neat. He shakes Daryl’s hand and smiles at me, his blues eyes resting on my own “You must be Luna Ashley”

Even in his simple morning sweatpants, with his hair messy and dark eyes serious, he looked infuriatingly, devastatingly handsome. Stop it, Flora, I scolded myself internally, forcefully tearing my gaze away and staring down at my water bottle. Snap out of it. “Well, you two looked completely insane,” Joffrey laughed, leaning against the pantry door as he peeled his banana. “Your tiktok fans are still losing their minds over that performance. Seriously, Ty, I didn't know you had that kind of romantic showmanship in you.” “It was work, Joff,” Tyler said, his voice dropping into his signature captain tone as he dismissed the teasing with a harsh wave of his hand. He turned his cold stare towar

Tyler, if you're unwilling, you can figure out what to do with tonight's charade. Tyler stood on the spot, his hands in his pants pockets, pinching the scraps of that letter. That sentence echoed repeatedly in his brain. He recalled steadying the phone for Freya to film Cleo's terrified face from below as Cleo was raised halfway into the air alone on the drop tower. His mind snapped back to when Cleo fell to the ground and cut her forehead in the escape room, and he chased out only to say, "Freya's just looking out for you."

That first year, I traveled and got reacquainted with New York and old friends. The second year, I bumped into an old college classmate leaving the gym one day. Tyler Momoa was a recently retired professional football player. He owned the gym and a couple of others. He is half black and half Samoan with a huge loving family that instantly embraced me.