Taylor From My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

He throws up his hands in the air in frustration. "I didn't want to leave my brother," Taylor shouts. "I can't save myself by throwing my brother in a fire." "You think we don't care about Jarek?" Hunter steps toward Taylor, "Do you fucking think you are the only one who didn't want to leave him?" He growls and pins him with an angry glare.

His mum might have worked out everything out for him. "And for the Female position." My heart began to race faster. "We have Taylor Mcgregor." The hall became noisy, everyone was probably wondering why Taylor was nominated. Suddenly I heard the sounds of heels hitting the floor. I looked behind me to see Taylor walking towards the stage proudly, she looked beautiful, different and confident. Everyone looked behind to see who was coming, all attention were focused on her. The gasps, shock and awe was evident. "I thought she moved out of Beverly Dale."

When Taylor pulled back from the hug, she had a single tear falling down her cheek. She wiped away her tear and turned to both of her parents, “Mom, dad, I have some news for you, but, first, I want to introduce my older sister, Elisa.” Her mother looked at me and smiled, “You can’t deny she’s related to you. You two look so much alike.” Taylor smiled, “I have three younger brothers, also. They are all great. The reason I disappeared is because my biological mother kidnapped me and all of my siblings. Elisa was the one who saved us.”

I could see the cold fury behind his eyes, the kind that promised pain. "My sisters are in the hospital because of you," he hissed. "Two fragile, helpless women lying in hospital beds, suffering, because you couldn’t control yourself." I almost laughed at the word helpless. Those two were anything but. But I wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud. Taylor straightened, adjusting the cuffs of his suit like this was just business to him. "I should break every bone in your body," he mused. "Make you feel what they felt. But that would be too easy."

Nina spoke. Mrs Walker didn't have anything to answer, she just looked in a different direction. "Or my elder sister was a good wife. Did her husband make her happy by killing her? It was her husband, who burnt Lana alive. So answer me, mom, she was a good wife, and she received her happiness by dying?" Nina asked again. Mrs Walker didn't have words to reply anymore. She just avoided any eye contact with her.

She chuckled darkly when I didn't respond. I was shocked and I couldn't formulate words. I knew what I just got myself into. She had the power to end everything with me and Alessandra. "Wondering how I knew it was you?" "What are you talking about?" I tried to calm my racing heart. I was not scared of the manipulative bitch Infront of me but I was scared of loosing Alessandra. I refused to loose her again. "Don't play smart with me I know you have been screwing my sister's brains out. She hasn't stopped bragging about you at dinner and it's begining to sicken me!"

Wendy carried her second son’s dead body in her arms and cried the whole night. The next day, Liam and her drove to my place with Charlie and made a scene. Reporters were surrounding the Reid family mansion. Wendy was not satisfied with that, so she hired a funeral party to put up funeral decorations all around the mansion. It was extremely annoying. “Everyone, are you seeing this?! My son was killed by his heartless aunt! “My own sister has been looking down on me ever since she married a rich man. I’ve been begging her to lend me some money to treat my newly born child.

he chuckled and made to leave. “See you around, runaway princess? At least before you go missing again,” I sarcastically said. “Sure, except I'm not getting lost for a few days though,” he laughed and left. I walked down to the table. Each table I passed — Ordinaries, C's, B's — went quiet and the cheerleaders murmured gossips till I got to my seat. “She’s Taylor's sister?” A whisper flew past my ear. “Step-sister.” They could talk for all I cared. They wanted a bitch, they've got a bitch.

Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever. I smiled and did not respond. Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?" Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now." Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?" While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us. "Wow, she's gorgeous!"

Her walls clenching around my cock, milking every thick drop as I pumped my cum inside her until it leaked out and soaked the sheets. But no. Instead, I was here, playing the dutiful son and uncle. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. I stepped out first into the private foyer, my sister and niece right behind me, my mother bringing up the rear with that same rigid posture she’d had since I was a kid. “Finally,” my mother, Taylor, said the moment we stepped inside. Her voice was sharp as a blade despite its old, grandmotherly rasp. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten how to escort your own family, Chandler.”