Tali X Shepard Novels & Stories

“Oh yes, now I remember. I didn’t know you two were that close.” “She’s an awesome person. You would get along great with her.” “Maybe she can come next time. Is Xander going to be back anytime soon?” “No he will probably be a few hours, why?” “Oh I was about to leave and I didn’t want to leave you alone.” “That’s sweet Tash, but I’m never alone here. There’s Gran and the staff, even the pups and Sebastian…let me walk you out.” “Okay.” We hug and wish each other goodbye. “See you soon Haley.”

Together they will reign, bring forth and restore the natural order of things. Hail the She Shifter. I set the paper down before looking back at Will. He stares back at me, waiting for my response. “I don’t think this means what you think this does,” I said. “This sounds like a warning.” “Or the answer to our prayers,” he counteracts. His hope for me is suffocating. “She appears from the ashes of her ancestors. Obviously stating that you are Zyte Descendant.”

She stood up with her chest out, arms to her side, and chin up. “Will you take this stuff home, then take Alsie to the best horse ostler in town. Pay whatever price to see she is taken care of!” Jamira bowed, and got on the carriage. Without having to hit Alsie or command her, Alsie moved. She was well trained; she did anything I asked of her. It was as if she was human, and understood. I looked back at Theodore. “Today, you will act as my underling.” I said in a joking manner. I tried to smile, but Ezekiel was still in my mind. Why him of all people? I think Theodore could tell something was wrong, because he played along, and did a small laugh.

As he watched her Shaking, Crying, Whispering that she didn’t recognize herself and Tristan comforting her. “Was she funding the man destroying her? Or was she being played?” These were the questions in his head as he looked for ways to protect the woman he swore to protect even from her own self. “Are you certain?” Xander asked, voice still level. “I’m certain someone used her credentials. We’re verifying whether it was her directly.” Xander exhaled slowly through his nose. He hated this part. Not the betrayal but the uncertainty, because uncertainty meant he still had to protect her. Even from herself.

"You know, Talia, I actually really envy you. Although Callum refuses to sleep with you, you come from a good family and are worthy enough to marry him. With you around, I'll most likely only ever be his mistress." My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the glass of hot water in her hand. I hastily raised my hands to protect myself, but in the next second, a shrill scream rang out. Veronica cradled her bright red cheek, where she had splashed the water on herself. Pointing an accusing finger at me, she yelled, "Talia, I came to apologize to you. You can choose not to forgive me, but how could you throw scalding hot water at me?"

That these people were not the same ones who had smiled while they hurt me. My body did not listen. The first partner stepped forward. A woman, older than me, calm expression, eyes alert. “Name’s Talia,” she said. “We’ll go slow.” “Thank you.” We squared off. Rafe barked instructions. “Block. Redirect. Again.” Talia moved. I blocked. It worked. “Good,” Rafe said. Something loosened in my chest. Again. She came faster. I reacted slower. Her arm clipped my shoulder.

With those words, she dismissed Jo and walked away. Her guards ushering Jo out, but she didn't leave quietly, she kept shouting and explaining how Alpha Caspaim visits her room every night to find happiness and relief. When she finally left, Tahlia went straight to her phone to call the new guy, she didn't wait for him to speak, instead she cut him off immediately he picked the call. “Let's try this club thing again! This time I'm ready!” she blurted into her phone, determination and renewed strength filled in her voice.

She nodded and whispered to him, "Yes, yes, that's right." She held the dagger with trembling fingers, pleading with his chest, her eyes watching his gentle eyes, thinking of his daughter Talia, whose transformation was completed a few months ago, her day was tense and anxious to the point of the climax, afraid that she would not be able to pass the stage in peace, recalling the memory of his great joy after he reassured her, and the poor and his wife Kami. His girlfriend and his second half. She fell to the ground on all fours, gasping and wailing with grief, begging Zain to excuse her from this act.

Then, she says something that makes my chest ache. “I think she likes you too.” I freeze. She shifts, rubbing her arms. “I mean, I don’t know the whole story, but… she talks in her sleep sometimes.” My pulse kicks. “And?” “And sometimes, she says your name. I just would never have thought it would be ‘the’ Xavier Kingston though.” I look away, breathing through the sudden tightness in my throat. “She’s scared,” Talia continues. “I don’t know why, but it’s like… something’s holding her back.”

"You look unfamiliar. Why don't you stand up and answer my question?" When she was called on, Talia's heart leaped into her throat. She had stopped her education after medical school, yet here she was among PhD students. How could she not panic? But under Shawn's intimidating presence, Talia still stood up. He asked, "What is your name?" Talia was nervous, her palms sweaty. "Ta... Talia Stewart." Hearing this, Shawn searched his attendance sheet for the name but couldn't find it after looking for a while.