Tara Westover Family Home Novels & Stories

You snarled at him. “Olivia Yates, stop” His voice demanding. “Stay away Winters!” You warn him. You speed up walking, zig zagging down streets trying to avoid Nate, you know this isn’t going to work but you try anyway, you arrive at Tara’s house. Tara’s house wasn’t fancy it was your generic family house; the outside made of pinky/peach wooden panelling, there were some white stone steps which led to a white, wooden double door, sat beside a large wooden window.

assistant"> We drive to Tara's house, which barely qualifies as a house anymore. It's a mansion. Her dad made a fortune in finance before moving fully back into pack life, and it shows. Massive windows. Marble everywhere. The kind of place that looks staged even when nobody's home. Omegas aren't servants anymore—haven't been for years—but Tara still somehow lives like wolf royalty. Her parents are away in Hawaii. Which, according to Tara, means civilization has temporarily collapsed. We order pizza, dump makeup across every available bathroom surface, and start getting ready like we're preparing for war instead of a club.

“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

So diary, I once again had to go see the family that all lived on top of a hill in the West pack. But it was an old house, bought when the pack was still a booming industrial center, without dirty rouges to invade. Now, it was sort of forgotten and laid to rest, but that family my aunt was mated into was WEIRD, they all had some sort of problem, as they were sort of backwoods type people, now they weren’t marrying cousins or anything but they just acted bizarre to us.

When the obsidian wolf-drawn sled came to a halt outside the gates, I gripped the edge of the seat so tightly my knuckles burned. “We’re home,” Taren said quietly, his tone unreadable. Home. That word stabbed deeper than I expected. Since my parents’ death, I hadn’t known what home felt like. Rhett and I had planned to claim the ancestral manor after our mating ceremony, a home built on my bloodline’s land, surrounded by the howling woods of my ancestors. I realized now that he’d probably already brought Selene there. “What’s wrong?” Taren asked, his gaze flicking toward me.

"So where exactly are you from again? You have this... I don’t know, mysterious vibe. Like you lived in the woods or something." "I’ve moved around a lot," I said calmly. "With a family that big? Must’ve been... interesting. Do you all share one room? One toothbrush?" I smiled thinly. "No. We manage just fine." She leaned closer. "Do you guys, like, hunt for your food? Trap squirrels and stuff?" The jock laughed. "I bet they live in a cabin with no electricity. Probably have a cauldron too." Tara smirked. "She’s probably a forest witch."

"No." "Good." The discussion was over, though the children disagreed, naturally. Their home sat on a hillside overlooking the academy. It wasn't inside the academy and it wasn't inside the capital—just far enough away to feel peaceful, and just close enough to remain connected. It had taken years to build, years to fill, and years to become home. Somehow it had become everything Lyra once dreamed about during that first date with Kaelen: a home, a family, and peace. They were simple dreams, the best kind.

All Charlie could do was scream in shock as he brought her to the living room! Taylor settled her on the couch, and he sat across from her. He did not spare a second before reintroducing himself, “Let’s restart, shall we, Charlie? My name is Taylor Carrington West. I am the eldest son of Grayson and Savannah West. You have met my brother, Tristan. I was born and raised here in Luxford. We live in Westwood Estate, 1725 Evercrest Lane -” “Wait,” Charlie stopped him. “Are we going to do this now? Because I am hungry.”

All Charlie could do was scream in shock as he brought her to the living room! Taylor settled her on the couch, and he sat across from her. He did not spare a second before reintroducing himself, “Let’s restart, shall we, Charlie? My name is Taylor Carrington West. I am the eldest son of Grayson and Savannah West. You have met my brother, Tristan. I was born and raised here in Luxford. We live in Westwood Estate, 1725 Evercrest Lane -” “Wait,” Charlie stopped him. “Are we going to do this now? Because I am hungry.”

she tried to hide her tears, but unfortunately, they fell down. I immediately pulled Tara into my arms and caressed her hair as she rested her head on my shoulder. Chris and Clark also moved closer to us. “It’s okay, Tara. Your mother will be fine.” Clark mumbled and then pat Tara’s head. “She will get through with it,” Chris added. “What hospital is she in?” I asked. “It’s in Laupe General Hospital. A neighbor town of Gale.” After Tara said those words, she hugged me tight then cried out all of her emotions, and I kept on caressing her to make her feel that we were here, that we got her back no matter what.