Taylor Hill Age Novels & Stories

"The ranch comes with several hundred acres of farmland." The buyers looked interested. "There is also a private hill." I felt my stomach twist. "The hill was purchased recently." Taylor sighed soberly. "My friend never had the chance to develop it after her husband passed away." I couldn't believe her. "And of course, there is the family cemetery." The men exchanged surprised looks. Taylor lowered her head. Her voice cracked perfectly. It was the performance of a lifetime. "The last few years have been difficult for her." She reached over and squeezed my hand. I nearly snatched it away. "Since her husband died, she's been struggling."

We hugged and bid our goodbyes. I walked towards Taylor. He had worn his usual uniform, black suit and pants with black sunglasses. I don't think I have ever seen him without his glasses. He was 29 years old and approximately 6"1, with built muscle. I was 5"5, average height I guess. "Hi, Taylor," I said with a polite smile. "Good morning Ms Reed. Let me get your bags." He put the luggage in the SUV waiting nearby and we sat in. The last I saw him was 4 years back when he came to drop me off at the airport.

The fighters could do nothing but bob their heads in obedience when they heard him say that, keeping as quiet as they could. “Dad, we’re missing a procurement manager in South Hill Real Estate now that Miss Taylor has quit her job. What do we do?” Tanya added after she thought about it, “Besides, I’m afraid that it’ll turn awry for us if the Taylor family continues to be in charge of that project…”

Taylor stated over the headphone mic I had been given earlier I hadn't even noticed that the announcer had gone quiet until now. I took a deep breathe before turning on my mic "Hello everyone, I'm so excited to be here today and finally reveal my true identity to all of you. The truth is, I graduated from high school this year and am only eighteen. I have been writing since I was a child and was published quite young as you can imagine. I wanted to keep my real identity a secret so I could grow up and have a normal childhood out of the spotlight. You see Aria BAC is actually a play on my real name and I came up with it when I was twelve. Aria is my middle name and is also my mothers name. My

Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother thinking about her. Carmen dropped me off at the house a while ago, so here I am sitting on my bed reading about the Payne family online. Tay is 26 years old and CEO of Payne Corporation. He has received some awards for the best businessman of the year. He had his fair share of relationships, but he settled down when he dated Ria Johnson—and they have been dating for a while now. Ria is 23 years old, and a model. I look at the picture of her and Tay. They look good together. I spot mine and Tay’s pictures going inside a restaurant. I look like a teenager, but in this picture, I look more like his little sister.

Taylor questioned, pursing her lips in rage. Sherry smiled tightly as she shook her head. “I finished college three years ago. I'm 25 years old and this is my first time acting as someone's manager. I'm thrilled about it and hope that we can get along well.” Taylor sighed and threw her head in another direction. Of course, Derek Vaughn, that bastard, didn't bother defending her. What was she even saying? Andrew must've had something to do with the situation. “I see.” Taylor merely said and laid back on her bed.

Daimon replied. After hearing his wolf’s response, Taylor grew even more uneasy. For a moment, he thought of the girl who didn’t like him. He knew she shared his birthday and was turning eighteen today. He recalled Sara’s theory and wondered if that could be the reason for his restlessness. He was about to go look for the girl to confirm whether or not she was his mate when Gael approached, beaming with joy. “You’ve got a huge smile today. Something happen?” Taylor asked, his friend’s happiness infectious.

“Yes. My wife is chatting with her ladies.” “And children?” “Yes, two daughters,” he said before he could stop himself. Sebastian raised a brow. “Two?” “Yes, sir. Two daughters,” Taylor confirmed. Sebastian took a slow sip of his drink. “And how old are they?” Taylor smiled. “One turned twenty-one a few days ago, the other is twenty.” “They are grown up,” Sebastian paused. “I have a son.” Taylor stiffened, unsure if it was excitement or fear. “He doesn’t want to get married.”

"Do we know how old she is? What her name is?" "Taylor Kingston," Archer reads from his phone, where he's no doubt tapped into the city database. "She's fifteen and lives here with her parents, Howard and Kathy." That's got to be my victims. "Do we have a next of kin to notify?" "Kathy's got three sisters." Archer clears his throat. "One lives two miles from here."

There is a matter-of-fact tone in Taylor’s voice as she answers, “No, you’re not.” Ever since the engagement party, Taylor and Varisha have been coming in from time to time, mostly to help, and their company has been really helpful. Yes, they were older, with Taylor and Varisha both being twenty-nine and mothers, but having happily married women around can be helpful, and I enjoyed their company a lot. “Who can be worse?” “I was,” she flatly replies. My eyes narrow. “You didn’t show up for your wedding?” “I kicked Rory out a few days to our wedding,” she replies and I stare at her for a while, hoping she’d say something like ‘I’m kidding’ but she doesn’t look like one joking.