Taylor Cena Novels & Stories

, Kate probbed. "Yes ma'am",Felix nodded. Rose felt like a bucket of cold water was being splashed on her, as the realization hit her. Taylor was really the CEO of TAC Limited, who else will be daring enough to call Andrew Cain by his first name.

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Conversation along one side of the bay softened almost at once. “Mr. Taylor’s here,” someone said behind her. Another voice answered, more surprised, “Here?” Serena’s hand stilled on the tablet before she looked toward the entrance. Damian had just walked onto the development floor. He wore a dark suit that looked entirely out of place among diagnostic equipment, tire carts and technicians in work clothes, yet somehow the room adjusted itself around him rather than the other way around. A Street Nation executive walked beside him, speaking quietly, while Miles Gibson had suddenly discovered a level of posture Serena hadn’t known he possessed.

He was very sure that if it were in the past, Austin wouldn't be able to unleash the combat technique just now. Even if Austin knew how to do it, he wouldn't decide to do it in a short moment. Such combat instincts sent chills down Taylor's spine. However, Taylor still regarded Austin with disdain. Taylor was the elite genius of the Campbells. He was surprised, but this wasn't enough to destroy his confidence. "Interesting. Today, you're going to drop dead right here. The woman outside will be doing the same." He sneered mockingly, revealing his confidence as the elite of the Campbells.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

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.

"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.