Love Story By Taylor Novels & Stories

Settle. Then— Quietly: “And why are you telling me this?” A long silence. Longer than before. Then— “…because I love you, John.” The words landed harder than anything else today. Even the warrant. Even the threat. “I didn’t show it,” she continued. “I know that.” “I hurt you.” “I chose the wrong side.” Her voice cracked—just slightly. “But I’m telling you now…” “You don’t have time.” “You don’t have options.” Another pause.

“Some freak from Blackridge humiliated me in front of everyone, and you just stood there. You didn’t even defend me.” “I was scared too, alright?” I said. “You saw what he did. He could have really hurt you!” “And now I find out you’ve been getting love letters from other guys?” His voice was getting louder again. “Love letters that talk about sleeping with you? That list things like ‘magical fingers’ and being ‘generous in bed’?” “It wasn’t a love letter,” I tried to explain. “It was just some stupid—” “Don’t lie to me!” Taylor roared.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

she scolded. “How could he do this to me?” Taylor sobbed as her voice broke. “How could Blake confess to that wretched bitch?” Gwen’s eyes widened and her brows furrowed immediately. “Blake? Confess? What are you talking about?” Taylor wiped the tears from her face, her anger once again resurfacing. Blake told Lisa he loves her,” Taylor spat out as her voice dripped with venom. “He felt they’ve always had this connection, and now he's thrown away everything we both had.”

, Kyra asked grilling the meat as the old lady helped marinate the meat. "Taylor told me that she saw them making out in Richard's backyard the other day", she whispered as Ava's mouth turned into an O. "And they thought it was an invisible place?", Kyra questioned still maintaining a smile gossiping about their foreign neighbors. "Leave it, Who are we to judge? But, let me find out more", She winked and shouted. "Mrs. Jones, Richard did you eat?", the girls shook their heads as Granny joined them.

When Lanza Sagrada's mother saw him awake, she gently stroked his unkempt hair and said to the servant, "You guys bring me the oatmeal I just cooked." Lanza Sagrada finished the bowl of porridge, rested for half a day, he recovered his health. In his mind again that image of charm, that dance, that gentleness, that purity, perhaps only a goddess has these traits. Why did he dream of such a goddess? “Master, what are you thinking?” His servant looked at him in surprise. “Goddess!” “Goddess? Is your illness not cured yet?” His servant asked with concern on his face. “Yes, do you think there could be any goddess who came to the human world to create a romantic love story with me?” “No way, my f

" Taylor stopped singing while I was just stunned by Aivan kneeling in front of me as he presented a ring to me! Even though the screams of the people were loud, I could still hear the beating of my heart. After a while, a mic was pointed at him. "I already asked your family and they said yes, I can marry you. How about you? Ms. Amethyst Ashe Martinez, will you marry me?" I feel like I could cry from where I stand now. This is too much! Taylor repeated the part of her song, "It's a love story, baby, just say." They pointed a microphone at me.

“I plan on inviting him for my poetry slam. And after I must have spoilt him with some well written words meant for him, he would not be able to resist me.” Standing up to cat-walk, she continued. “And in Taylor Swift’s tone I’d goad him on: ‘Romeo take me to somewhere we could be alone. I’d be waiting; all there’s left to do is run. You’d be the Prince and I’ll be the Princess. It’s a love story, baby just say yes’.” Lucy shook her head with a smile. “You must be going nuts. Just like Romeo and Juliet.” “You can say that again.”

I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Taylor smiled—a beautiful, vulnerable smile that lit up the room. “And I... I love you.” The air left my lungs for a second. My heart stopped, then raced. “Repeat that,” I asked, my voice trembling. “I love you, Dominic Costello.” She pulled my face down, kissing me with urgency, tears blending into the kiss. I pulled back just enough to look at her, my chest exploding. “I love you too, Taylor Laurent.” I kissed her again, deep, devouring, my hands roaming her body with reverence.

“I already have a girlfriend, Mr. King.” “You do?” Adrian was caught by surprise. “Yes, and she also has blonde hair and green eyes,” Taylor shared. “She’s smart and adorable, and my family loves her.” “Oh.” Adrian’s mouth rounded. “Must be serious since you have introduced her to your family.” “I plan to marry her one day, Mr. King,” Taylor declared. “I'm very serious about her.” “Wow,” Adrian remarked. “And here I was thinking you were hitting on my wife. What a relief!”