Taylor From My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

"Your actions are actually telling me how you feeling. Part of me feels like you knew all along that your sister slept with your teammate. " "I just wished I could have stopped her from doing what she did. If Taylor knows what he did then I think that she is lucky to have him as a fiance and if he is as forgiving as I think he is then she's the lucky one again because I'd never and I mean never forgive such a betrayal."

Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"

Taylor asked. “At school, I’m seen as a weird girl because I’m obsessed with taking pictures and believe in monsters. Everyone near thinks of me as the closet nut job. But I cannot help the way I am it is how my mom raised me. It just feels like me trying to be someone else is just --” “Impossible,” Taylor finished for her. “You know, we’ve got to stop interrupting each other,” Bonnie joked. “Maybe, but it’s the only thing getting my mind off what’s happening. My sister is out there, and I can’t do anything to save her.”

-Geez, what's up with all the sadness? My sister asked upon entering my room. Taylor Jauregui was my younger sister, a good girl of extremely intelligent and mature thoughts, I mother's death, decided to drop the police life to take over a small business in the town center. He never denied the desire he felt to get back into action, but he knew the consequences that that could cause. So much that when I decided to follow suit, the man blinked prickly with my idea. But he knew that just like Clara, I wouldn't change my mind.

Now seeing Taylor standing in her office, it seemed like a dream that couldn't possibly be true. "I'm suffocating" Taylor managed to say "do you plan to murder me with a hug as my welcome gift" Avery broke from the hug laughing. Taylor had always been the witty one and it hadn't changed one bit. Seeing Taylor again had to be the best thing that had happened to her in a long while. She couldn't even remember the last time she smiled and had a good laugh. "Taylor," Avery called softly like she wanted to make sure it wasn't just a dream. Taylor had always been the sister she never had.

We were all caught off guard by the girl that walked in through the kitchen and stopped looking at us all as if we were the ones who had disturbed her. She was clearly Cody’s sister, they had the same dark hair and green eyes. The biggest difference I could see was that she was nowhere near as tall as he was. She glanced at me and I watched her eyes move from my arms to my face when Cody started talking. “Taylor, what in the fuck are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” Looking up I saw the girl, clearly named Taylor roll her eyes, “I live here too jackass,” she said as she walked straight past us with all eyes on her not in the least bit knowing that she had just disturbed our m

He leaned forward again, pressing his finger firmly against the photo. “Yvonne Rogers. Let’s meet her.” My eyes narrowed immediately. The muscles along my jaw flexed once. “Why?” I asked. “She isn’t Veronica.” Taylor folded his arms, then shrugged, but there was something vulnerable in his expression. “I don’t know. I’ve always spoiled my sister. But this time… I felt like I actually had a sister who appreciated me.” He exhaled softly. “Maybe I just want to see that version of her. If it’s even possible.”

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

Maybe she and Aiden have already left. "Are you looking for someone?" I hear Nathan's voice from behind me. "No," I reply, turning to face him. "I am just - " "Olivia!" I hear a familiar voice call out. I whirl around and there is my sister, Sarah, waving at me. I feel my mouth hang open in shock. Oh no, she is actually here. My gaze moves from her to the figure next to her. My heart sinks. Shit, Aiden.