Still An Innocent Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

SERENA Taylor’s the type of girl that’s so outgoing and over-the-top nice that it almost seems disingenuous- because nobody’s that sugar sweet, right? Wrong. The more I talk to Taylor, the more I realize that this isn’t a front; it’s really who she is. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous. I wish I could be more like her. Maybe I could’ve been, if life hadn’t stomped all over me. If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done.

Thus, I consider myself well equipped to handle most any situation, not that I ever hope that something like an attack happens to me. Taylor Swift fills my ears, and she is an i***a feel good artist for me, I am hoping to buy Cody and I tickets to go see her soon when he has a break in his schedule, now that her new Tour has opened up. It is just me and my breath this morning with a couple who live a few doors down above the bookstore out walking their dog. They greet me and I wave and give them a dazzling smile.

"That woman's nuts! She called me earlier, saying she had a car accident, too! Like, seriously? Couldn't she come up with something more believable? "Tay just had an accident, and she's claiming the same thing right after! And now she's giving me the cold shoulder and hasn't texted me in days. Does she think I'm just going to cave?" His voice dripped with disgust, like he was talking about a sworn enemy. But I'd been gone for a while by then. His precious Taylor was the one who'd ended me. I wasn't giving him the cold shoulder or trying to make him cave. He'd never hear from me again or have a daughter named Ruby.

“I'm sorry, Phoebe, I couldn't bear the guilt anymore so I had to tell you.” “Just stay away from me and my family from now on,” she warns sternly with a hand before walking out of the room. Seven p.m. I arrived at Taylor's home and I'm welcomed in by a fine young maid named Rachel who leads me into the magnificent white mansion. I hold the white lilies in my hand, hoping to offer them to Reign once I see her. It is still a wonder to me how Taylor became so successful, I am not judging, in fact, I'm utterly impressed at her achievement. Although media has referred to her success as sudden and shallow in the past week while linking Patrick Hilton investment in her Goodfood and gifting it to h

I muttered, putting the phone at a distance away from me. I nearly threw my phone at the mirror. "Charlotte!" I shouted, already pacing the length of my living room. She burst in a moment later, her hair disheveled, phone buzzing in one hand, and a tablet clutched tightly in the other. "Okay, okay, breathe," she said before I could yell again. "I know. I've checked and it's all on fire. Socials, press, blogs, investor lines—heck, even TikTok has a slow-mo video of your fall from the stairs. And the worse, they put Taylor Swift in the background.”

"I think that you will, especially because it may not even be true. They are asking for a paternity test, which you would know if you'd talk to him. Like you promised him that you would." "Noted. You know Taylor invited us to a karaoke bar tonight. She's rented the place out. It should be a good time. Bet there won't even be any paparazzi. Very low key." I hint, hoping that she'll take the bait. I know how much Tess loves karaoke and Taylor Swift. We bonded this week at work. She'll be playing a few of her songs during our VS runway show this weekend. I'm so stoked. "No paparazzi? So, the boys will never know?" She questions.

Dante hissed, aggressively snatching away the hand Elizabeth held, pinning his threatening gaze on Taylor. “The rumors said Taylor was polite and obedient. I didn't think they'd be such a stark contrast between what she portrays online and reality. What a pity.” “I'm just glad Mr. Fairchild now has a child to fall back on when he advances in age. When I heard Taylor decided to be an actor instead of doing something better with her life, I was more than disappointed.” “She chose a useless career, and now she's married to a psychopath, serves her right. I bet she thought everything would continue being served to her on a platter of gold.”

“No. It’s not. It’s not mine.” Luke looked at Sophia, then at Taylor, his face a mixture of confusion and fierce protection. “She said it’s not hers, Sophia. Leave her alone.” Sophia ignored him. Her gaze remained fixed on Taylor. “Taylor, tell me the truth. Please.” A moment of agonizing silence. Taylor’s breath hitched. She looked from Sophia to Luke, then to the faces of the other students, all staring, waiting. Her shoulders slumped. “I… I don’t know,” Taylor finally whimpered, her voice a fragile thread.

Zachary’s well-defined face did not show a trace of emotion, and his voice sounded rather neutral. “So, you want me to stop banning Tiffany?” “It’s not whether you want to do so or not. You have to do it anyway! Tiffany is innocent. She’s the purest and kindest girl in the world and more qualified to receive the red carpet treatment than any other female celebrities in showbiz now. No one is qualified to block her! You’re no exception!”

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