Tara Westover Family Novels & Stories

If I could go back in time, I would still choose to go here in the city and do the favor Stella asked me six years ago. My family has always been worried that I would die because of what happened to my parents and siblings, but I, Tara Evans, always find reasons to live. My heart is weak, but my will is stronger. Papa would always tell me I was the strongest, and I would continue to be the strongest as long as the people around me needed me. Bree needed me, and the only reason I set that one month with Blake was that I thought he was married to Sadie. I thought of dying after a month because of the heartache of leaving my daughter to them.

Kade’s late transfer had been a massive source of rumors and speculation. Heir to the Vance family and attached estate that had been stolen as a baby and lost for decades. Until six years ago. Kade had been found six years ago, around the same time Tara had given birth to Abby. The realizations just get worse. Tara’s POV I regretted everything. Was this some cruel prank between Soren and Kade designed to humiliate and shame me? Was that why he had been so kind to me? “Mommy, don’t cry,” Abby begged, clinging tightly to my stomach. “We can go back to Auntie Bella!”

'Tara retorted, “am not against any tribe or ethnic because we are one in the presence of Almighty, but attitude depends on individual, your fiancee Is my second child and only son, he has lots of responsibilities in his father's house and the entire family, and after his marriage he has a long way going” Larry's mom explained, “he has explained everything to me” 'Tara says, “Are you ready to accompany my son in the journey to reinstall the family lost treasure?“ Larry's mom asked,

Serena was truly a failure—her own mom felt nothing at all about her death. With that, Tara became even more brazen, acting as if she were the rightful heir to the family. It wasn’t long after that, during a night out partying with her friends, Tara found herself alone in her car on the drive home. In the garage, she was suddenly ambushed. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she heard the voice of a familiar man. "Miss Tara, we helped you out of a big mess back then. Now that you’ve become the family heir, shouldn’t you show us some gratitude? We’ve spent over a decade in prison for you."

Tara nodded, then like their mind knew what each other was thinking, Oliver and Tara walked towards the counter to pay. "Uhm, you know, I really want to catch up. Do you like to hang out?" "Sure, your grandma's house or our house?" "Your house." Seeing Tara after a long time is like watching your favorite movie again. Even thought you already know how it ended, you still want to watch it. Tara's family is a littl bit of an old school. They want her to end up with someone other than a cop. For them, a cop can't give a decent life to a woman, let alone let alone a family.

Her parents died in a tragic boat accident two years ago and she had to move from London to live with her uncle and his family. Tara was nice and all, but she has a tiny problem. She was damn possessive of….everything. Her toys, her car, and even people she decides her hers. Sarah was the first person who warmed up to the shy english girl who lost her parents and so Tara had imprinted on her like a baby duck. But that was the way Sarah rolled. She was the charmer, always needing to put people at ease. Tara? That girl wanted Sarah to always be attentive to her and her only. Remind her that as a childhood friend of Sarah’s you had first dibs, then she was going to make the whole damn house unc

“Thank you, Mrs. West…” Summer fell momentarily silent for two seconds, then changed the subject. “Tiffie, I’ve heard of that thing between Tanya and Jackson. A woman like her will never enter our West family’s threshold. Even if I approved of her, Jackson would never agree to it anyway. I’m sure that you’ve suffered the most in this. Tanya has no family and sought shelter from you and Arianne in the capital, then finally set her sights on her best friend’s man. Who does she think she is? I will never let her deliver that piece of flesh in her womb to the world.”

"Brad, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. I know you've been taking care of Delia for the past year. You two are practically living together. Marriage is just a matter of time. Come home with us." Wyatt had always been very satisfied with Brad. Tara blushed. Brad smiled. How did his father know about this? Tara glared at Brad secretly. He just gave her a helpless smile. She didn't know what The Goodman brothers were like, but he did. Sister-obsessed maniacs! Grace was spoiled rotten by these two, to the point that she did those outrageous things. He, of course, had to protect his Tara. The most, most, most important thing was that these two would try to prevent him from seeing Tara.

He stops walking and I do the same turning to face him curiously. “Do you mean that…” He pauses for a while seeming to be lost in thought for a minute then starts again. “When it comes to Tara, she isn’t just like my sister, she is my sister. Evet, Tara and I only have each other there is no one outside of Lourdes for us when my dad kicked me out because he found out I was gay. He didn’t just put me out his house he tried to beat the gay out of me for three days straight. And when I didn’t wake up after the last one, he abandoned me in front of a hospital. He didn’t even take me inside he just left me laying outside the hospital doors like trash. I was in a coma four months he never came to

Sekora replied swallowing her food. “That’s when we’ll be at the beach, so we’ll just have to be on high alert.” Said her father, who was now getting ready to go. So after leaving Denys, the family went their Cousin Tara’s house to drop their stuff off. She was there in Ohio because she was getting married to Sean, who lived and had a job there. Tara was a short blonde girl, who loves race cars whereas Sean was tall with brown hair and loved to ride motorcycles.