Tyler Ronan の小説・ストーリー

The truth was, he had been hungry for quite some time. However, his pride prevented him from admitting it to Sabrina. TYLER is currently wandering around the mall with his secretary, Rodel. His wife is nearing her due date, and they recently found out that they are expecting a baby girl. Upon learning that Rodel was going to buy some items for his upcoming baby, Tyler didn’t hesitate to accompany him. “You don’t really need to accompany me anymore, Sir Tyler. Maybe Ma’am Sabrina is also waiting for you,” Rodel said as they entered the department store.

**Ronan's POV** My phone buzzes while I'm sitting in my room, staring at the cracked binding stone around my neck. The spider web of silver lines has been growing all week, and tonight they pulse with an angry light that makes my chest ache. Tyler's name flashes on the screen. I almost don't answer. I'm not in the mood for whatever party nonsense he wants to share. But something makes me pick up. "You need to see this," Tyler says without greeting. His voice sounds strange. Shaky.

Tyler's. To be continued...

“Ronan. The senior from school, the super hot one who got expelled last year. Dark hair, tall, dangerous vibe. He was here last night, in one of the guest rooms.” Lisa stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “Babe… there wasn’t any senior like that at our school. And I definitely didn’t invite anyone who got expelled. I would’ve remembered a guy like that.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean? He was here. We…” I stopped, cheeks flaming. “He was definitely here. Everyone knew him. The rumors about him killing people, the expulsion… it was all over school.” She rubbed her eyes. “Okay, hold on.” She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, scrolled through her contacts, then tapped out a qu

If Bea and Riel are a thing, and now you two start too—my single heart is not ready! [+1] [+2] [+3] [+4] [+5] [+6] [Tyler]: Guys! It’s not like that! I was just saying! [Dan]: So that is your type, huh? [Tyler]: Whatever. I’m going back to work. [Karina]: Don’t be mad, Ty. But you’re bright red right now. Who wants a picture? [Dan]: Raises hand on behalf of Midori!

~~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.

Tyler bit his lip, shamelessly checking me out. Dean's hold on my hand tightened. Tyler's eyes moved to Dean, "Dean Ryan, the one and only." "Do I know you?" Dean asked, a little bit too sternly. Tyler placed a hand on his chest, "Grace didn't tell you about me?" Dean looked down at me. I stayed silent. "Allow me to introduce myself, since your lovely girlfriend didn't," he smirked. "I am Tyler Jordan, the ex-boyfriend." Realization flooded Dean's eyes, obviously remembering when I mentioned Tyler to him before as the second guy I dated.

He pointed out, eyeing Rayne. "Oh trust me, he is as single as ever," Rayne commented, taking me off guard, making me mentally smack myself. Was that her comeback at what I had said before? "In that case, may the beautiful lady honour me with a dance?" Tyler was being so smooth and I really wanted to punch the hell out of him. "I didn't get the pleasure of knowing your name." He was fucking charming her in front of me. "Rayne and I wo-," Rayne started, but I quickly interrupted her.

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

And their 22 year son Tyrese. *********************************** Enjoy the fast forward.