Romans & histoires Shawn Tara Westover Family

Her voice had a trace of bitterness buried under the cool delivery. Something in my chest twisted so tightly I thought I might choke on it. Two hundred and five people, and she still looked like she’d been eating alone her whole life. The West family, or as they’re mostly called, Old West, has one of the largest family networks I’d ever heard of. Old money, old power, old grudges — a web stretching so far across the globe you could sneeze in the North and someone in the South would know about it before you found a tissue for your nose.

West suddenly let out a small chuckle from her throat in contempt "Ah,you have nothing to do with Erica no more?? Why?? Found out her parents are now dead poor and that I finally gained all that belongs to me and you wanna come running with your toes to me?? You and your family are leeches trying to sow where you all didn't reap! You have no self esteem in your vocabulary!" Shawn balled his fist in anger as he lowered his head to take in all the insults,he gazed at West again "Like I said,I was influenced by my dad,I still love you west! Very much,these past few months hasn't been the same without you in it! Please can we just let things slide and reconsider,how about we give this a second c

Shawn whispered slightly as he looked left and right but not at me. It seems he thought I hadn’t heard him. I walked up to him and patted his back gently before I stretched my hand towards him. “Let me see what you’ve got there O’Hara.” I said and he nodded before he timidly gave me his book. Shawn O’Hara suffered from social anxiety and that came from an excessively sheltered and overprotective life. Apparently Shawn used to live in Europe with his parents but they had transformed him into a money making machine among popular men because of his divination gift and his aunt, Candice rescued him to give him a normal life.

They are the only people I trust with my own daughter. And the third was from Dr. Joyner, their couples therapist. The Wests have done the work. They understand that trauma is not a disqualifier for parenting; it is a prerequisite for empathy. Aria gathered the papers. She put them in a thick envelope. "Do you think it's enough?" she asked. Noah looked at her. He took the envelope from her hand. "It's the truth," he said. "If they want a fake family, they can go to the Stones. If they want a real one... they'll pick us."

Oscar Alejo, Tara’s husband works as a Physical Therapist and most of his clients were the Athletes, including students. Their other children, Apollo, Mani and Estelle were still in Elementary school. Apollo and Mani were identical twins. They’re two years younger than Janus and a year older than Estelle. Dawn and these children practically grew up like siblings because of their close age gap. But because the previous girl thought that since she was the youngest child in her family, she should be spoiled. And technically, she was still these children’s aunt, she liked to boss them around. Dawn would like to slap her forehead at the moment as she finds out about this from the girl’s memories.

Sylvia looked out the window and began to replay what happened since she came back to Westchester City in her head. 'Whether it was because Odell misunderstood Tristan and me, and prevented me from visiting my children, being targeted by the Ledgers and the Rosses, falling because of Michael and hurting my legs, being pushed into the fish pond by Sonia and humiliated in public… All these events connect back to Tara. 'I only came back to Westchester City because I wanted to see my children more often. Why did this have to happen to me? 'Will Tara only stop when she pushes me to the brink?'

It’s been years since I last saw him. Our wedding wasn't a big one, though. We had just five guests: three of Shawn's friends in Greece—who were actually rogues,and his younger sister, Casey. Being a rogue his whole life, Shawn doesn’t have much family around, except for his only sister. I could judge him for that and be suspicious, but I don’t, family is usually messed up sometimes, so I believe him. I’m the Beta's daughter and mine is pretty much messed up also. Though Dad is honest, two weeks after our marriage, my mom's lawyer reached out to me to hand over all of her assets. From chunks of cash in the bank to oil rigs in human countries and other assets registered under her name without

My mother would have been horrified. But I thought she'd also understand. Because at the end of the day, she'd wanted me to survive. To find somewhere I could be myself without fear. And against all odds, I had. I was Shawn. Seventeen-year-old werewitch with plasma manipulation powers I didn't fully understand. Soon-to-be adopted son of legendary territorial war veterans. Future stepbrother to an alpha. Future uncle to three terrifyingly brilliant five-year-olds. Future member of a family that was chaotic and powerful and slightly insane and absolutely perfect.

“Did you get the full story of Tiara’s past?” He nodded. “I’ve sent a file to your email. It has everything you need to know about her and her daughters.” --- Tiara was so good with naming her kids—Sky, River, Rain, and Ember. She used to be married to a woodworker, Shawn Cortez… she hid this very well from the life she has now. Sky happened to be their first daughter until Tiara started seeing a rich man… fooling two men perfectly. She was having an affair with both of them at the same time until she got pregnant.