Love Story By Taylor Novels & Stories

“Firstly, the time allotted to everyone is 2 minutes, so at the end of the 2 minutes, the bell would be giggled by the panel of judges. So, learn how to use your time well. Secondly, the way you dress may give you some points; so, make sure you are groomed. Thirdly, nobody is given a second chance. You get it once or you leave it. Fourthly, this implies to everyone, both the contestants and the audience. Make sure you clap for a contestant as he saunters forward. And lastly, we won’t tolerate any noise, backlash and the host of others. A round of applause for contestant one as he saunters forward; in the person of Master Miles!” Master Miles sauntered forward amid the shouts and claps. He cl

No one has the right to choose where they are born and not everyone can rise to change their fate. If changing fate was simply a matter of hard work, then this city would not have so many needy people. There are people who work without rest, but until they die, they do not leave behind any valuable material. - Your status is now my lover. Everything that I have is yours. You don't have to be self-deprecating. He kissed his lover on the lips again and then carried her to the ground, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly. Finally, true and beautiful love like a fairy tale has come to him.

Raul began to play, "I once told myself that you're worth more than you appear, But I don't know why my heart won't stop hurting." He began singing. "You can leave if that's what you really want." "So, if you ever get tired of seeing me alone, Maybe I'm wrong." "And you know I can do this For I've known you longer than anyone else. All that I need from you is to say "yes". I want you to take this chance." He continued to sing and everyone clapped. Some girls even stood up, cheering for the young man.

Despite the tears in her eyes, I repeated the words "not anymore Taylor. I do not hate Celine. To be honest, I don't think I ever did. Maybe hating Celine was just something I made up to hide the fact that I might have some kind of feelings for her" "No!" Taylor was shaking her head and moving away from me. The tears in her eyes were finally falling freely "NO!!!!" She screamed and grab the flower vase by the window and slamming it to the ground as it shattered into many tiny pieces. "You don't love her Abel, you love me only me!" She reached forward and grab my face forcefully trying to pull me down for a kiss but I immediately pushed her away. "Stop this madness Taylor" "Y-you love me" she

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I was a stranger to love confessions, but this oddly felt like one. But why? Taylor was sober. Did he like me, or was this some kind of cruel prank? I tried to listen while my mind spun beyond control for answers. “The same conclusion that if I don’t have you close to me, then I am going to lose my mind. I don’t know how I fell for you, but now I know that I am in love with you, River.”

Blood began to flow out of me slowly into a glass cylinder. Then he held up another tube filled with red liquid. Liam’s blood. I cried harder, struggling until the chair squeaked under me. “He’s just a child! He’s my baby! Please, Taylor, stop!” Taylor ignored my tears. “You both will make my father’s dream complete.” My vision blurred as weakness washed over me. “Taylor…” I whispered, dizzy. “I beg you. Please… let Liam go…” Taylor leaned close, brushing a stray hair from my face gently. “I’ll tell you a secret, Avery.” His eyes softened in a way that made my blood crawl. “I love you. You know I always have.”

That damn Liam did not deserve her, he keeps on dating girls after girls and making her feel unwanted, he keeps on breaking her heart and doing as he desires, he has never loved her like I did why can't she see the difference between the both of us, why does she love him regardless of all he has put her through. We were already doing fine without him why does he have to come in-between us, we were doing so fine in our fake relationship, I was looking for the perfect time I confess to her and tell her how much I love her, I was looking for the perfect time to ask her to be my girl, but I guess I was a little too late, cause before I realized it, he made her breakup with me and used that oppor

She asked, eyes wide. “We had sex the night you went for your date.” “How? Wasn't your dad home?” She questioned. “He wasn't.” I said sheepishly. She shook her head “So, are you both dating now?” “I don't even know what we are. All I know is that we are in love, and may really not be able to be together at the end of the day.” Taylor exhaled softly and stood, brushing off her jeans. “You know, for two people who claim they might not end up together, you both sure act like you’re already married,” she said, half-smiling.

Taylor spat. "So you attacked me? To achieve what exactly?" You snapped. "To teach you a lesson, I told you to break up with Nate." Taylor hissed. "Why?" Nate interjects you both. "Because I'm in love with you!" Taylor snapped. "I don't love you, Taylor." Nate replied, shocked by taylors confession. "But you love her?" Taylor replied, her voice cracking a little. "We haven't said it yet." Nate blushed. Taylor storms off after Zack, and you turn to Ella.