Taylor From My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

Her fingers trembled after reading the letter, dropped it on the bed and looked at her. “I hate myself so much! I......killed your mother!” “You what?” “If I hadn't faked her signature and signed her divorce letter, this incident would not have occurred . ” She wailed in tears throwing away the necklace towards her. Her eyes were all red while she wiped it off. Taylor's death was solely caused by her. She had murdered her half sister because she cared too much about her. The thing was that she was cheated upon by a dirty model with her husband.

“You told me you had no guns in your world.” The suspicion in his voice cut her to the core and she whipped around, ready to give him an appropriate tongue-lashing . . . and then she was in his arms, torn with dry sobbing. “I’m sorry, little sister,” he whispered. “Sorry you had to see this.” The howling suddenly stopped, and the silence was as loud as a scream. Andrei pointed to the nearest watchtower.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

* * * Carter Miller "Damn, that's hot," I groaned as Mrs. Taylor licked my cum off her sister's tits. "Mmm, sit on your sister's face, Mrs. Carmichael. I want to fuck that ass!" "Yes, yes, yes!" Mrs. Carmichael said, her sister suckling on her tits. "That sounds so hot!"

"This is my husband, Marigold. You're not allowed to keep staring at him, and make sure you keep your distance from him from now on. I'll get very angry if you sully him with your presence. "Clarence, my younger sister salivates over handsome men all the time. Please don't take it to heart." Clarence glanced at me coldly before saying to her, "Of course not." Immensely satisfied with his reaction, she allowed him to lead her back into the hut. Soren was furious. He shifted back into human form and slapped away the hand I was using to cover his mouth before huffing angrily, "I might be all cute and small, Marigold, but I'm not stupid!

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

"I don't think anything; I just want her to get out of this depression. I hope she cheers up; it may not help much, but it's the only way for her to stay distracted, better than suffering for him locked in the room. They returned to the mansion, while Elizabeth locked herself in her room, lying on the bed, depressed. Taylor was still in his sister's room, holding her hand while gently massaging the back of her hand until she opened her eyes subtly, then stretching a smile. "Where is she?" She asked with a weak voice. "She's gone. Suddenly, she pressed her lips, showing sadness. "Do you like her that much? "I like the sister; she is beautiful and kind. At least, she doesn't mistreat me." He l

He had killed my parents and that is something that I was not willing to easily forget. "Danielle!" Taylor gasped. "Don't say stuff like that." She was obviously the smarter, collected and shy sister. Taylor and Danielle were different and in contrast but I had noticed that they both completed their duo. Danielle seemed like the type that would fight with a runner and Taylor was the type that just sucked in her opinion and avoided talking about what was bothering her. They were both powerful but way more than that when they stared into each other's eyes and shared unknown little secrets.

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.