Taylor Cena นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

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!”

“I want nothing!!... Nothing to do with you or your business proposal. Now, get out and stay out.” In rage, he pointed toward the door with a finger that trembled slightly, but Jason smiled sweetly at him. “You see, I was thinking about acquiring another brunch for NewEra, and now that I have Mr. Alfred's support, I want you to sell this dumb to me and go do something else with your expired life. After all, your own granddaughter has made you a laughingstock... The once powerful Taylor, accused of allowing his daughter to die in childbirth. Do you think you can make a comeback from that?”

The man waved his hand and said indifferently, "Leave this room. I'm going to break into the secret room, and I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone." The twenty or so bodyguards backed away quickly. They were regular people, most of them into fitness routines, sparring and fighting as bodyguards to make a living. Taylor McCall was rumored to have the ability to flatten bullets with his fingers, twist steel with his bare hands, and create a storm with a wave of his hand. It was as if he were an immortal of myth and legend. "Cecil, you stand back too," Taylor spoke once more before raising his right hand.

Taylor's mind reeled, desperately clinging to the hope that this was all just a figment of his imagination. "A dream! Taylor! Are you for real!" Scarlett exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with delight. This was far juicier than she had anticipated. In the world of Nixon Tech, Taylor was a feared figure, a stone-cold demigod whom no one dared to challenge. He was the Almighty Taylor. Elena, unable to contain her disdain, interjected with a disgusted tone. "What a Dog show!"

“The battle against Sachin Taylor that takes place in a month will indeed be dangerous. Uncle Yorke, why don’t you return to Riverdale? Everything has been finalized here. We’re just waiting for the final showdown.” “Are you giving me the cold shoulder for having no martial arts skills?” Carson squinted at Tyr. Tyr smiled and shrugged. “It’s not that. It’s just that you have a family to return to.” “Aren’t you the same?” Carson drained his cup of tea. “So, for the sake of our families, we absolutely must not lose this battle, Tyr.” “Yes. “Tyr nodded. “We won’t lose. I, Tyr Summers, have never once lost.

Cena stood at the doorway, his eyes reflecting a nostalgia which I could call- urgency and revelation. Before we talked, he said, "Amaya. Florida, we need to talk," he declared, and we offered him a seat. Seated in our dimly lit cabin, Cena began to talk about the rogue who had saved his life. "His name is Alex," Cena explained, calmness in his voice. "He is a rogue, strong and wise. He saved my life and offered guidance that went beyond mere survival. Alex possesses knowledge about the hidden forces at play within our school."

I continued to kick and scream until my throat and lungs were sore. I aimed my knee as hard as I could from the bed between his legs, and it hit its target as he cried out and released his grip. The other one lunged at me as I tried to make a run for it. I heard a noise and felt the electricity course through me. He had a tazer and he hit my neck with it. My whole body contracted, and I fell limp in his arms. He took the opportunity to throw me back onto the bed. Within seconds I was cable tied to the bed by my wrists.