Taylor Cena Novels & Stories

Or should I blame the moon goddess for mating me with such a heartless Alpha? Before I could react, strong arms dragged me and tied me to a familiar Pillar. If the pillar was a living thing, perhaps, I would have become friends with it as I couldn't count the number of times I was tied to the pillar. Crack! The whip descended on my back mercilessly tearing away at my skin as blood stained my rather old ragged clothes. I was rather numb to the pain at this moment even though I could help it as tears flowed down my face.

"Ready as I will ever be, let's do this, Cena." The first exchange of blows was fierce. I moved with agility, relying on my human form's speed and precision - those skills Douglas taught me in the forest. Cena lunged at me using his strength and ferocity to overpower me. I fell on the smooth grass on the floor, my muscles burning with exertion as I struggled to let go of Cena's grasp. In my struggle, something unexpected happened. A sudden surge of energy coursed through my veins, and the surrounding lights flickered and danced to my unspoken command.

DEAN Finding him wasn’t hard. I let my best work of art display itself as we all look at him, others approving. “you are one sick bastard, you know that?” kyle compliments me flashing me a smile, appreciating it and I chuckle. “Who wants to start?” Taylor, an alpha of the neighboring town who has constantly been on our necks is playing on the table in front of us, in his garage.

Taylor saw his opportunity and approached Sebastian, clutching his gift. Up close, Sebastian’s presence was intimidating, but Taylor try not to falter. “Chairman Hawthorne,” he called carefully. Sebastian’s sharp, observing eyes met his. He didn’t respond immediately, studying Taylor as if searching for something. “Yes,” Sebastian finally said. Taylor straightened. “My name is Taylor Jenson. I own Jenson Corporation. I came to wish you a happy birthday,” he said, trying to maintain composure. Sebastian simply replied, “Thank you,” and returned to his newspaper. Taylor realized he had forgotten everything he had rehearsed.

(Ciara’s POV) Something about the way Taylor left the office stayed with me longer than I expected, not because she walked out angrily, but because she walked out like someone who had not lost anything at all, and that kind of confidence did not come from defeat, it came from certainty, and I suddenly understood that what I had just seen was not the end of anything, but only the beginning of something I was not prepared for, because Taylor Wilson did not look like someone reacting to a situation, she looked like someone who had already planned ten steps ahead of it.

"There, now you've seen my tits. Congratulations. Satisfied? Can we go now?" "Now the shorts." "Seriously?" Taylor whined. "This is getting super rapey, Mr. Canon. Just... come on. Please?" "Oh? I thought you were the one who had all the currency, Taylor. Isn't that what you said? Yet suddenly you want something from me?"

“Ugh, it’s you. Miss Cathy is waiting to see you.” He laughed. “You say that like she’s excited to see me.” “Maybe she’ll be excited to see you dead.” “Taylor who’s that?” Cathy asked from within the office. Taylor leaned around the door to peep into the office. “It’s Mr. Cyneric.” She turned back to him. “Go in, the lioness awaits.” “Ginny already warned,” he chuckled. He went around her and pushed the door open. Cathy was just getting up from the black leather chair and was coming around the table with a tight smile when she paused, eyes wide and jaws slacked.

she yawned, slipping into her chair. “Thank you,” Lana said, taking a sip from the coffee. I took a sip and felt the taste of the black coffee fill my mouth and re-energise me at once. I dragged myself into the house, exhausted from juggling both preparing for the exams and the job. I pushed the door open, and in the middle of the sitting room, Taylor is standing shirtless – which is my favourite view of him. He is holding a script, and his eyes are running across it gently. He lifts his head, and when our eyes meet, I watch them crinkle and then glow.

“Sorry Alpha, we didn’t want to take any chances with the Luna’s condition.” “Get the boy some food and water. What is your name?” “Taylor.” “How old are you Taylor?” “Sixteen.” ‘Despite being a rogue and just a kid, he doesn’t quite appear to be afraid of you Alpha.’ ‘I know,’ I reply to Hunter through the link. I pull up a chair as food and water is brought back for Taylor. He immediately digs in as if he hasn’t eaten in days. “How did you become a rogue Taylor,” I ask cautiously watching his body language.

He reached for me again, fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away like his touch burned. “Don’t touch me!” My whole body trembled now, adrenaline surging. “You love me? Then why hide this? Why lie about who you are?” Taylor chuckled low, pushing off the bed and standing, the sheets falling away completely. He didn’t seem fazed by his nudity, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, princess. Drama much? It’s 2025—people experiment. Doesn’t mean he’s gay. Bi, maybe. Whatever.”