Imagine Taylor Caniff Mga Nobela at Kwento

Taylor found her way to the office of her supposed manager, where she met three girls outside it. “Who's that and why does she look familiar?” One of them suddenly asked when Taylor got closer to her. “Taylor Fairchild. She was an actress before she married Andrew Radford. Now, he approved, she can return to the entertainment industry.” Another responded. “When you make mention of Andrew Radford, do you mean the psychopath who is perceived to be a gnome?” The third l asked, eyeing Taylor unscrupulously. Just now, she admitted in her heart Taylor was gorgeous, but of what use was her beauty when her husband wasn't even palatable?

Taylor instantly winced in pain and dropped to his knees. “Come at me if you’ve got the guts! Don’t hurt her!” he shouted through gritted teeth. He seemed sincere. I slowly walked toward him and looked down. “Come at you? Taylor, who do you think you are?” I squatted down, grabbed his chin, and forced him to look up at me. “Who do you even think you are? You’re using Tiffany’s stupidity to trick her into having your baby. You’re also trying to get your hands on my family’s money.

Daniel adds sheepishly. Taylor? Not Taylor again. I can't really tell Taylor to fuck off either because we had been friends during our childhood but when we entered high-school; the Taylor I knew vanished without a trace and became preppy Taylor with nothing in her head except air. I've hooked up with her a couple of times because damn it, I'm a guy and she's hot, but she has some sick notions about a fairy tale ending. Sometimes I wonder where the old nice and kind Taylor went.