Talia Jackson Age Novels & Stories

"Talia thinks I'm hot." Talia makes a weird noise in her throat and then picks up a pillow, throwing it right at me. "Don't tease me!" I let it hit my face before I grab it, laughing behind it. "Sorry, I won't tease you again." I totally will, but for now, I will deny this. "I doubt it," Talia sighs and takes a seat. "How old are you? Heck, are demon years even the same as human ones?" "I don't know," I shrug. "I'm twenty-five. You?"

“You also look so much like your mother. How old are you, Talia?” “Twenty,” I replied and blinked a few times, wondering what else to say. What did you say to someone who was looking at the product of an affair her husband had with someone that was barely an adult at the time? “Talia’s mom passed away, so I want to help her get back on her feet.” Blake gave me a friendly smile.

"Rumored to be an actual sweetheart in reality." I nodded with eagerness. "Also treated his exes with great respect. Most of them were contractual." Cage looked absolutely uninterested in our Channing Hayton facts and WhatToKnows. "Wow, amazing," he said with a hint of sarcasm. I wasn't surprised. Dad hated him too because Mama's such a huge fan she gushes whenever he has a new movie out. "Isn't he in his thirties?" Zharn asked. "He'll be thirty-two next two months," I answered his question.

Everyone laughs, Jackson, looking confused. "Hardly kids dad, Alex is 18, Luna is 20 and well we are all hitting 30 and over, do you feel old yet?" MJ laughs. "Not yet, how are you feeling Jaiden? Has he not driven you crazy yet?" MJ laughs. "Not yet Dad, give it another year and then maybe." Jackson rolls his eyes. "I saw that, but don't worry, I will ignore that as well." Jackson stares at Anaya, shocked. "We will see you guys there, go get changed and dried." Everyone walks off, Jackson pulling Anaya back to him.

I grind out, doing my absolute best not to let my rage show right now. “I’ve known you for literally my entire life.” Elara laughs… and hiccups. “You’re predictable, Z.” I scrub a hand over my face, and pinch the bridge of my nose. “You are twenty-one years old. You should not still be breaking into my cabinets.” “Correction,” Elara says, wagging a finger. “Nearly twenty-two. And I didn’t break anything. I accessed a resource. For bonding purposes.” Talia raises her glass. “Best bonding ever.”

He hadn’t expected anyone. But then she came. And now here he was, digging into her past like a man desperate for answers he already knew he wouldn’t like. His eyes burned as he forced himself to focus on the manila folder spread before him. The private investigator he had called has every detail of Talia's life in the file before him. He opened it slowly and read it out in a low voice. Subject: Talia Marie Monroe DOB: March 15th, 2001 Status: No known living relatives

Officer Mia Garcia took his place. True to Talia's word, Sheriff Garcia worked with the club when necessary and they had an understanding like the old sheriff had. Talia changed their minds about working with certain women. Six months later, Talia moved to their town and opened her own law firm. Her and Joker eloped not long after. They never had any kids.

Talia smiled as she looked at the noble ladies chatting and showing off their expensive and luxurious clothes and jewelries. It was the hugest event in the Kingdom of Qarth, the youngest prince was choosing his bride and all noble families had been invited. She wasn’t really from one of those but she was here as a helper, making sure that the place remains clean. Talia was nineteen years old and unlike other children of her age she wasn’t going to school. She lived with her grandmother; she never knew her parents so her grandmother was everything to her. She was sick and she could only work hard to pay her medical bills.

I believed her, after all there were finger marks on her face, and when I found Talia on the floor, she had been drenched with her own urine in fear and snivelling on the floor. “I will punish her.” I growled out. Talia eyes filled with delight. She looked down shyly when she noticed me watching her. She held her face as she asked pleadingly. “My birthday is in a week. I have a request to make.” I nodded. I knew she would ask for money. Maybe another house or more diamonds. She had already bought enough designer dresses and bags to last her a year after all. “Go ahead.” “I want Aria to shoot my birthday. Since the company already pays her, and I am a staff member, I think it is best if she s

Jalen’s POV I love it when a 32-year-old man thinks that he knows everything but he doesn't. The more I find out about Talia and her antics, the more brain grooves I get. Talia is so brazen right now. She is like a rich person who starts thinking their bad habits are just part of their charm, and not the dirty, manipulative crappie person they really are. Yeah. That’s Talia right now. She’s gotten so comfortable, she doesn’t even realize she’s slipping. But the thing about comfort is, it makes people sloppy. And sloppy gets you caught.