Talia Jackson Age Novels & Stories

The moment she decided to stand up for herself and go against her father. Talia groaned. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was just better off letting him manage her career. He hadn’t really steered her wrong yet. Sure, she was sick of playing teenagers when she was nearly thirty, but even Hollywood did that. Talia Jane was a household name and she had been working steadily her entire career. Was what her father did so wrong?

I knew better that the witch wasn't joking, she's been in the pack even before I was born and she told me about where I would find my Tala. I opened the door and found Tala sitting by the pile of woods outside, the weather was chilly as winter were fast approaching, the fire glowed and shone on her face, I sat down beside her and held her hands. “ What do you think of me?. I asked her “ You're an arrogant bitch.” Her response was cold and sharp and it cut through my mind. “ I'm not, I'm just trying to protect you.” I said, my voice betraying my pride.

My chest swelled with pride as Willow, Jessa, and Tali all gathered on the stage. "Taylor Pankoswki, age fourteen," Willow said, her voice strong. A picture showed on the screen behind us. A young girl who had seen too much life in her years. Her blue eyes were hazy, her brown hair hung in straggles down her face. A woman in the crowd screamed. "That's my baby. That monster had my baby?" "Born January 14, 2006. Died -"

"Sit down, Talia." She sits. I take a moment to look at her properly, the way I look at anything I'm considering owning– without sentiment, without hurry. She's younger than I initially thought. Mid-twenties, probably. Sharp-featured in a way that photographs well, which I've already confirmed from the hallway. Not polished, not curated, nothing like the women who usually orbit events like this. No veneers. No careful neutrality. Every single thing she's feeling is moving across her face in real time, which, under normal circumstances, would be a liability.

“Dale called them the day Janelle stabbed you with the poison, and my father must have called them again and told them Ferguson and Janelle escaped. I wonder if he told them who freed them.” “Would he tell on his own mate?” I have to ask, the question is burning in me. I get that the woman hates me, but how can she hate me this much? She doesn’t know me, yet she has decided I am not good enough. It hurts, I must admit, but I have been through worse in my younger days. “What is your mother’s name, by the way.” Dale and Eli laugh. “I forgot she hasn’t even introduced that to you, huh. Her name is Talia Jackson. And yes, she has always been a bit of an odd character.”

He finishes his exam and tells her to take a shower while he prepares something for her to eat. The girl's name is Talia and she's 22 years old. She was sold to Deno when she was 21. "She has been through alot, Don. Whoever she was with did not only beat her, but also raped her. With different objects it seems. She has bruising on her cervical wall and thighs. I will fix her up and she can stay with me so I can keep an eye in her. If that is okay with you." He tells me and I nod.

Tonight she was putting on a pink tight top, a short leather skirt and heeled boots like me too, which made her taller than she already is. "Hey, my little Groot." Jackson said while poking my ribs. "You little shit, I hate it when you do that." I grumbled while caressing my fragile ribs with a pout on my lips. "Awwnn, my baby's finally breaking her party virginity." Jackson cooed. "Fuck you Jay, really." I narrowed my eyes on him. "You ready to get drunk and maybe snatch a cutie and finally get on tonight?" Tasha asked while smirking at me.

Now, he can put his mind at rest. -- "AUNTIE!" Danielle turned her head when she heard Tali's excited voice. "Tali!" she squatted down and spread her arms to hug Joseph's little girl who was running towards her. The chubby four-year-old was wearing the dress that she brought for her on her last birthday. Her curly hair was pulled into pigtails and it swayed while she runs. "I missed you, Auntie!" Tali hugged her tight with her little arms around her neck. "I missed you too, Tali baby," she rained her face with kisses.

She looked twenty-four, maybe a little older, and she stared at him like she would rather bite through his throat than lower her eyes. Rook stopped in front of her. “Name,” he said. “Talia.” “Age.” Her jaw flexed. “Twenty-four.” “Good.” His gaze moved over her without shame — throat, chest, the dirt-smeared skirt clinging to her hips. “You’re coming with me.” Talia’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not livestock.”

I said sitting down next to them. Talia grabbed me first giving me a huge hug. She moved to Washington when we graduated high school to study to become a doctor, she wanted to change the world, one patient, at a time. Sienna, on the other hand, was a very outspoken person and believed that everyone should know how you are feeling no matter how much it hurts their feelings. She had blonde hair when we were in high school but when she was able to dye it she changed it to platinum blonde with purple and blue highlights, the blue complimented her dark blue eyes.