Tara Westover Family Home Novels & Stories

Later that afternoon, I drove to the Willow Creek house. This time I wasn't there to sit outside wondering what I had lost. Tara had called the night before asking if I could help move a few boxes into storage before she left for university orientation in January. She said she didn't really have anyone else to ask. I agreed immediately. The house looked exactly as I remembered it. The yard was neatly kept, the curtains were drawn halfway across the windows, and everything about it still reflected the quiet care that had once held our family together. Before I could knock, the front door opened.

“My granddaughter, Elize, is about your age. Perhaps you would like to meet her. You must be lonely here by yourself all the time?” “She lives here?” Missus Lowry nodded. “My whole family does.” “Why do I never see them?” “We occupy the East wing.” I had no idea what way was North, South or East. My father used to joke that I’d lose my way in my own home because I had no sense of direction. “I don’t think I’ve explored that part yet.” “It’s blocked off…Master Troy tries to keep us as far away from humans as possible.” “Why?”

I'm still very weak and fragile and I need his help walking so I take his hand as he offers to help me . "When you feel better ,I will take you to the pack house and you will get to meet most of the members there " "This isn't the pack house ?"I ask surprised . "No it isn't but it's close my family just wanted privacy ,"he mutters looking down . When we enter the house . Tara catapults herself and hugs me tightly making me wince in pain . "Oh my god I finally get to meet you again ! Properly !"she squeals so loud . It makes my eardrums hurt .

Tara could not afford the actual price of the unit but presenting her with an embarrassingly low number would hurt her pride. This woman could not be accepted as my Luna, nor could she know we were fated mates, but that did not mean I could not be her main provider. Security and stability would be even more important once Abby returned to the pack and Tara was left alone. The day Tara must part with her daughter was an eventuality. Although sometimes cruel, these traditions protected both humans and werewolves. She would be distraught, but a permanent home could provide some grounding in that time of grief.

“The creature didn’t attack any werewolf because we will be able to fight back and maybe even win. This is why I need you to help me kill this creature. You’re the only one powerful enough to go after it alone.” “Sure. Just find it and send me the location, I’ll kill it.” “By the way, where did you sleep last night?” “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine.” “Son come back home to me. Stop behaving like an orphan. Stacie died but she wouldn’t like it if you killed yourself inside because of her. Stop punishing yourself, you couldn’t have done anything differently that would’ve given a different result.” Tara started. “If u don’t like Verdant you can come stay with me at my house. You don’t have to have

In my previous life, I died trapped in their schemes. In this life, I would never fall for them again. After I left, my parents kept wailing behind me. From time to time, Mrs. Hale passed along updates. She said Liam refused to leave their home and treated it like his own, while my parents had become his live-in servants. Tara gave birth to another baby boy named Frankie Brooks, and that sealed my parents' and Sophie's fate. They couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

An hour later we arrived at the house, it's a two-story with eight rooms enough for my home office, Tara's playroom, an in-house gym, family library, and what I planned to be his own space for whatever he needs it to be. "Jasper, this is not a small house!" I almost curse at myself before I saw a small hint of amazement in his eyes. The house greeted us with a wide-open plan foyer, leading to the beautiful stairs. The living room accentuates the homey feel of the house and I can see that he was hooked right away. "But it's beautiful?" I asked wanting him to acknowledge and gave me the same opinion of the house. "It is, I'm sure this is a lot of money, I...we can go back to your parents. I wi

Mimi says, That is true, we will work on that” 'Tara says , “will you still sleep over in my house?“ she asked, “Maybe next time, but I need to go home tonight because If you see how my house Is very dirty, you won't believe human beings Is living inside the house?“ Mimi asked, “please let me go and tidy up my house, tomorrow I will meet you In the hospital” Mimi said, “Can I come with you?“ 'Tara asked,

"I didn't tell her. She found out on her own. She's better at stock trading than I am." At this, Byron was genuinely surprised. How could he describe it? Using a phrase from the internet, Mrs. Jenkins was truly a constant source of amazement! As the three of them talked, they arrived at the West family estate. Looking up, they saw a lush expanse of green leaves. This was one of Miami's charms—the city center was bustling and prosperous. Near Bar Harbor, there were also luxurious mansions. The West family lived in an old villa inherited from their ancestors, a truly distinguished residence.

The driver sighed silently and began to steer the car toward the direction of Victoria Lake Villa which was located southwest of Westchester City. Victoria Lake Villa was an extremely upper-class residence area developed in recent years in Westchester City. There were only ten sparse villas in the community, one of which was owned by the Carters. However, the lady of the house was not Sylvia Carter, the missus of Odell Carter, but his one true muse, Tara Avery. Half an hour later, the vehicle came to a halt. Sylvia took a deep breath and strode into the house with the ultrasound report. Unsurprisingly, she chanced upon Tara as soon as she entered.