Aria Taylor Novels & Stories

I say as we both begin to jump up and down, hugging each other. This is amazing. I actually did it! "Thank you, goddess Tethys. Thank you." I thank the goddess of fresh water, Tethys, and turn to my aunt, giving her a huge bear hug. "And thank you, Emma. I couldn't have done it without your help. I can't wait to tell Ty." I say as I hold her hands feeling rejoiced.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Ever! She gritted her teeth, fuming but then sighed. She hope she can talk to Julian and tell him about his bitch of a mother and how Jennifer Fernandez hurt her. She'll tell him to put his mother into her place since Julian is the one feeding them all. She was about to come out but she heard voices. “What's that rookie actress doing here, anyway? Why must she act alongside me? Ridiculous." “Taylor, some people started to love her because as they say, ‘she's the first one to stand up against Catherine'..."

“I’m here for you. If there’s anything I can do to help, anything to ease whatever pain your family has caused you, just tell me.” For a moment, Ariadne wanted to believe him, to let herself fall into the comfort he offered. She tried to muster a response, to convince him—and maybe herself—that she was fine. But her tears betrayed her, spilling faster, her sobs breaking through her carefully crafted façade. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking as her shoulders shook. Taylor didn’t hesitate. He stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. His embrace was warm and strong, his hand gently cradling the back of her head as he held her tightly.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Taylor smirked at her and looked at Adrian. “Adrian.” Taylor continued, looking at the boy with a fake sweet smile. “Aria here is your sister. Your big sister.”

Taylor stated over the headphone mic I had been given earlier I hadn't even noticed that the announcer had gone quiet until now. I took a deep breathe before turning on my mic "Hello everyone, I'm so excited to be here today and finally reveal my true identity to all of you. The truth is, I graduated from high school this year and am only eighteen. I have been writing since I was a child and was published quite young as you can imagine. I wanted to keep my real identity a secret so I could grow up and have a normal childhood out of the spotlight. You see Aria BAC is actually a play on my real name and I came up with it when I was twelve. Aria is my middle name and is also my mothers name. My

This area is roped off for the pageant contestants and their dates. Just then, I hear my name being called. “Amara, hey!” Taylor walks up to me with an exuberant bounce in his step. This time he’s dressed up in a charcoal suit jacket, navy dress pants, and in place of a dress shirt, he’s wearing a white v neck t-shirt. I can’t help but smirk when I look down at his feet. He’s wearing his usual all-stars. “Hey, Taylor. Wow, you look great. What’s up?” He places his hands in his pocket with a chagrined smile. “Thanks, Amara. I’m good. How about you? Are you ready to become Ms. Arcata High for the millionth time?”