Taylor Cena Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don’t want him running off in a quest to look for Cynthia tonight, or worse, he doesn’t do anything to show that he cares, and I’d be forced to retreat in shame. Not tonight, at the very least. But I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning. “I didn’t know Taylor had a family,” I say, trying to change the direction of the conversation, and thankfully, it works. “Just his daughter. He and his wife are divorced.” He pulls out the last glass and cleans up the bloodied area with spirit and cotton wool. “Let me see your finger.” He stretches a hand, and I put my injured one in his. I didn’t think he noticed my cut finger when even I had forgotten about it.

Seeing the look on Taliah’s face I look down, “is he married or something.” Shaking her head no Taliah took a deep breath, “he is like one of the top drug lords of New York Taylor...like in fact, he is one of the top drug runners in the US. Like he is deep in the mafia. Every time the cops arrest him the witness ends up missing or dead, evidence gets destroyed. Taylor, he isn’t a good guy.”

The word exploded from me in a harsh, disbelieving laugh that scraped my throat raw. “You were in control, Calloway. You were on top, pounding into him. Moaning like it was the best thing ever. Don’t you dare lie to my face right now.” Taylor shifted on the bed behind him, sitting up slowly with a lazy stretch that made the sheets slide lower, exposing more of his toned abs. He didn’t bother covering up fully, just propped himself on one elbow, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. His calm demeanor sent a chill down my spine, like he was watching a mildly entertaining show. Calloway whipped his head around, eyes wild. “Tell her, Taylor—back me up! Tell her it wasn’t my idea!”

Mr Nova will be happy and Taylen won't need to leave his friends behind. Then all of a sudden Taylen started shaking and fell off of his chair.

Easton flashed me a grin as he slid past Shayla and walked up to me,"I just got a little caught up in the whole homecoming thing. I am Easton." "You two can get acquainted, I will fetch some tea," Shayla smiled,"Be right back." "I am Cameron," I mustered a grin,"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Easton." Once Shayla was out of sight, Easton trained his gaze on me. My thoughts raced. "I know. Taylor," He pronounced, blowing up a lock of dark hair on his eyes,"You're the guy Shayla is always talking about. The singer." "Yes," I said, grinning internally,"That's me."

Could it be Wesley? I approached the door and opened it. It was Scott. He handed me my phone, which I left in the car's back seat. After thanking him, I closed the door. I didn't remember taking it out of my bag. “Hm. That's too bad. I was hoping to meet the guy you're with right now,” Taylor said from the bedroom doorway. “You promised I wouldn't know you were here,” I protested. She shrugged her shoulders. “I was joking,” Taylor said casually. “I know you've been changing boyfriends since high school. You also slept with a lot of guys in college. However, I didn't expect you to replace Cullen so soon.”

"I'm Jax, and I like you too, mate." I smile coyly as he places a small kiss on my cheek, I really wasn't expecting that, but I soon realized that he's only doing this to piss the big guy off, so I willingly played along. "Im flattered, handsome. My name is Taylor, by the way. What do you say, me, and you go over to the bar for a couple of drinks while we get to know each other more? " "It'd be my honor," he smirked, faking a British accent and a little bow... how corny of him. I took his outstretched hand and was about to get up when Cain pulled him away, growling, making him laugh playfully.

Mingling could occur at the end of the hearing, however. Once everyone was seated, Caleb was summoned onto the stage to present himself. A caged Alejandro lay sedated at the dock, as Caleb took position. He had only had to stand here once before, and that was after the death of his father had caused him to spiral out of control and the members had summoned him to ease their fears. The last time he stood in this position, proceedings had gone left when he had attacked the members of council and warned each of them to stay out of Duncan business. He had been young and volatile then, and had tethered on losing his pack.

He's a heavy mother fucker. Walking back to the field, I see a few of my guys dragging a cuffed and gagged Raymond, Kyle, and Alec. "There's wolfsbane in the back of my 4Runner; knock the fuckers out. The rest of Tate's team should be here soon. Put them in one of their vans and head back home."

With the exception that Taylor is only about 5'2 in height and weighs maybe a hundred pounds, Lyra and Vega are 5'7 and have more meat on their bones. "Why the hell do you care? You have never cared before? I'm fine. I had to get some stitches. I've got to get back to work. See you around," Taylor walked off dismissively, and Vega and Lyra shrugged their shoulders and took off after her. "Taylor, wait," I said as I caught up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Taylor flinched, turned, and took a swing at me. "What was that for?" Taylor missed hitting me only by a mere inch. What had I ever done to her?