Taron Egerton Novels & Stories

Don't worry, baes 😚 1DNarry4ever: He better be 😒 CupBTargaryen: Ditch him! Come with us, we just bought tickets! 17yearsOfSummers: Tempting 🤔 They were going to watch the new Kingsman movie, and I was very tempted to ditch Ashton for Taron Egerton, but I’ve promised him to stay, and he texted me ten minutes ago that he was already on his way and “almost getting here”. CupBTargaryen: Then get your pretty ass here, girl! 😂

Ethan’s familiarity, however, is not enough to distract me from the high-pitched screeching that hits my ears when we walk into the next corridor. Ethan must notice my wince, because he chuckles. “You don’t have bagpipes in the south?” He points ahead. There’s a young boy—around ten years old—standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. He has a blue tartan bag nestled beneath his arm, and his cheeks are as red as his hair as he blows into a pipe. He looks like he’s about to pass out. “Just be thankful you don’t have wolf hearing,” he whispers darkly. “I had to listen to the wee lad practicing.” He gives the boy a thumbs-up as we pass by. “Great job, Brodie!”

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

Kaden introduces. Tavish is tall and well built, which makes sense, considering his job title. He has ruffled auburn hair and eyes that are a colour I've never seen before. It's a mixture of light green and hazel brown. It's not so often Discipline Pack members leave their Pack, so it's different finally meeting one. He stares straight at me, even though it's Rylan who hesitantly walks over to shake his hand. "Just call me Tav," he says, his tone warm, but his eyes are icy. I stay where I am, not sure if I want to get any closer to him. There's also no way I'm about to shake his bare hand.

Same-sex marriage has been legal for many years, and when we were going to prepare everything, my uncle stopped me and put some sense into my head. Peter and I were inconsolable. I have finally reached the end of my senior year, and today is my graduation day. I will receive my diploma today. I have been studying at TASIS, The American School in England since I came to the UK. My uncle chose to keep me as "Americanised" as possible, in his words. It's a good school, and I finished my senior year at the top. I'm the student with the best GPA, right after Peter. My peers call us the nerd couple, but we think it's funny. Peter chose to study at the University of Oxford. I planned to go with him