Tara Westover Family Novels & Stories

She held her mother and started crying. After they cried for a while, they went into the house. When they saw that there was no one else in the house, Tara asked, “Mom, what happened? Where’s dad? Where’s grandpa and grandma? Where’s my sister?” “Your uncle came and took your grandparents and sister away. Your father locked himself in the room and refused to come out. Tara, go talk to your father. He hasn’t eaten in two days. If this goes on, his body won’t be able to take it.”

so asked seriously as she made Sim coffee and hands a cup to Tara who took it carefully and nodded "Well...yeah for a while now I've been planning to open my law firm and after pulling a few strings with dad's help... I finally got it"Tara said as she blew cold air to cool the hot coffee and sia lowered her gaze to her cup, she knew Tara always wanted to be an independent woman, but now the entire family were together so why leave when she was finally happy "So that means you have to go back?"she asked timidly and Tara nodded, it was hard to stay away from sia, but there was nothing she could do, what they came to Canada for was over, and hence she had to go back to Mexico and start her life

“He fed the man’s body to the dogs. Said someone like that didn’t deserve a funeral.” Tara didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. But Amarok’s voice broke through. Low. Deep. “You don’t know how proud I am that you survived… then and now.” Tara finally looked up. Their eyes met. And in his, she saw emotions —respect, pride, pain. “When our father died, we had no one. Curtis took us in, and his kids treated us like family. It meant everything. I swore I’d protect Taylor with my life. If it meant learning how to fight, then so be it.”

"And how your grandpa built it. And how your mom filled it with books. And how your uncles and aunts filled it with noise." She kissed his forehead. "You have a big family, little Noah. And we are never, ever going to let you go." The baby yawned. He grabbed Aria's finger with his tiny hand. His grip was strong. "He's got a grip," Noah noted, wiping his eyes. "He's a West," Aria said. "We hold on." They stood there in the quiet hospital room—three generations of Wests. The past, the present, and the future.

Tara healed and grew stronger as time progressed. She spent her days doing light jobs and keeping contact with Dennis via telephone and computer. With their father overseas, he’d taken on the role of head of family. He’d also gotten annoyingly protective since the accident. It took a while, but he eventually loosed his grip to a tolerable level.

'Tara says, “Yes, I have been here for a while,” Tolu says “and meet my sister Susan the baby of the family, at least you must have heard about her, and Susan this is 'Tara Zack's wifey, she has been a good girl since she has been with us in the family” Tolu narrates,

Oscar Alejo, Tara’s husband works as a Physical Therapist and most of his clients were the Athletes, including students. Their other children, Apollo, Mani and Estelle were still in Elementary school. Apollo and Mani were identical twins. They’re two years younger than Janus and a year older than Estelle. Dawn and these children practically grew up like siblings because of their close age gap. But because the previous girl thought that since she was the youngest child in her family, she should be spoiled. And technically, she was still these children’s aunt, she liked to boss them around. Dawn would like to slap her forehead at the moment as she finds out about this from the girl’s memories.

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.”

* * * On Wednesday evening, the night before they leave for Utah, Tara sits at the kitchen table after everyone is asleep and she does the thing she has not done in exactly fifty chapters of this life: she takes stock. Not tactically. Not in the mode of threat assessment or operational planning or the careful mapping of what needs to happen next. Simply as herself, in the warm apartment, with the kit packed and the protocols complete and the third notebook open to a fresh page, she looks at where she is. Eleven months ago she arrived in Silver Hollow with an expired Crosser's Permit and a sick child and the survival strategy of complete invisibility. She cleaned hotel rooms. She suppressed h

Father did what he told me he would do, he kept his word. We went to the house and he finally saw the living condition I lived in down in the basement. He had gone ahead and grabbed all my books for me, he's known how much I love to read. Tara was livid and Marissa tried to grab me but dad wouldn't let it happen. He even had Tyler the other beta meet us at the house so nothing would happen. He told them to stay away from me, and to not even talk to me. They were still invited to the gala however, since Tara's father would be attending it also.