Taron Egerton Novels & Stories

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

“Hurry up and change. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” “Mm-hmm.” ****** Emily’s POV At six o’clock sharp, Wyatt Robert dropped an official announcement in the film crew group chat, revealing the lead actor for the movie. Turned out to be none other than the internationally acclaimed actor who’s been sweeping awards for three years straight… Harvey Taylor. The moment the news dropped, the group chat exploded. When I saw the message, I was stunned. Harvey Taylor? The male lead? Didn’t he always turn down domestic films?

Time surely had quite a reach. “He has very searching, navy eyes. And black hair. And…he’s tall,” I tell Etta. It’s the best account I can give without seeming silly - like a sappy girl. Should I tell him there isn’t a flaw on that face of his. How smooth his skin is, and how well built he remains despite the lack of physical altercations he must get in. “And he just wanted to know how I met Time,” I tell the other girl with a careless shrug, hoping to dismiss any more questions.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

he declared, pointing at me while taking a drag from his cigar. The man behind the desk had striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce through me, and his dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy yet effortlessly sexy way. His chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones were accentuated by the dim lighting in the room, and I couldn’t help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms. His tall, sculpted body was clad in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of attraction despite my fear and discomfort.

He is only the first. —T. “T?” Ethan muttered, confusion and worry creasing his brow. I stared at the elegantly scripted letter, my wolf snarling deep within, every instinct on high alert. “Whoever T is, they’re sending a clear message.” “Giovanni?” Carter questioned, voice tight with tension.

I refocus on Doctor Argent, wondering why she called me by one name only to repeat the question, he smirks at me and I sense that he does not like me at all "His Majesty, Eligor, wants you to be Kateline, but you could never be her, could you? You're Tegwen, the traitorous runaway who betrayed her pack." He sneers and for a second his face changes to the Coal of my dreams, flickering between the face I feel like I love and back to the Doctor. My head starts to spin, nausea has me squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto the bedsheets like they could stop me falling over. "Doctor Argent, I need to stop." I call out and his voice seems very far away.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Luna.” “I’m not Luna.” I said, and he scoffed. “Not officially, no,” he said, leaning in. “But you wear the role like perfume. Sweet. Fading. Desperate.” I didn’t flinch. I’d dealt with worse than mangy mutts with inflated egos. I folded my arms, meeting his red gaze head-on. He smirked as he studied my expression, but I refused to back out. Even showing weakness to a rogue was a bad idea.