Taylor Hill Age Novels & Stories

But regardless, nothing will stop me from being her fan! Netizen 13: [Stop guessing, everyone! Taylor Group just dropped the latest announcement… our beloved Shadow is the real deal—the Taylor family heiress! Ahhhh! I’m in shock!] Netizen 14: [Holy crap! Right after Taylor Group’s official announcement, Harvey Taylor personally posted an update, and so did Morgan… Damn, our Shadow is awesome! With this background, I gotta ask theaters… Aren’t you scared?] Netizen 15: [Trolls: We are already furious!]

She’s taller than Hillary, but I’m still looking down at her. “Hi, my name is Laurel, and I’m very single,” she winks, holding her hand out for a handshake. “…very single and fifteen,” Hillary immediately butts in. My eyes widen. “Fifteen?! She looks nineteen, at least.” I take her hand, and her cheeks flush red. “Well, I’d be sixteen in a few days if that makes it any better. And if not, you can wait two years, right? And then I’d be ready!” she says, and I chuckle, but Hillary clearly doesn’t like that.

I asked, observing Taylor’s gaze fixed on her. “Yeah, it’s okay. Maybe she forgot. After all, it’s her birthday,” Taylor let slip, quickly closing his mouth. “What? It’s her birthday? She didn’t tell me,” I exclaimed, a touch of disappointment in my voice. She should have shared such an important detail with me. Taylor rolled his eyes in response. “She didn’t want to celebrate. Please don’t mention that I spilled the beans in front of you. I asked her out, but she seemed lost,” Taylor explained with a sigh.

At least, not yet. "It's something I think about. It's a physically demanding thing, so no, probably not. And for your next question, no, I'm not sure what I'll do after." "Do you mind if I ask how old you are, Taylor?" "Twenty-five, sir." "And what would be the dream?" "Making a career out of my art. I never really thought it possible, but after this weekend, maybe. I just, I don't know." "So you did well, then?"

"Twenty-two, beeyotch. See? Only four years younger." "Are you seriously showing me, a teacher, your fake ID?" I squinted at it. "Nicole M. Inaj. My god." "Oh come off it, already. I pass for twenty-two no problem. Never been caught." Taylor snorted suddenly. "Oh shut up. So once or twice I had to flash a bouncer my tits, but still, I got in, didn't I?" Her sister shook her head, muttering, "Classy as fuck, Abs."

Taylor shifts on his feet, and I can see it makes him uncomfortable, but he doesn’t get mad. “Mace,” he clips to correct her. “Right,” Briar giggles. “And you should know we’re 21 since you both showed up to our party at the beach house. Uninvited.” “We live next door; we’re always invited.” Taylor responds this time. I hate him. His voice is low and gravelly, and just when I think he can’t get hotter, he does something like talk and my panties try to melt.

Several images posted online captured Riley’s beautiful smile, the two laughing and seemingly familiar with each other. [Green eyes, with the cutest smile, blonde hair? The description matches! This is Taylor’s girlfriend, and it looks like they’re getting married soon!] [Oh, my god, she may be older, but she’s so gorgeous!] [No better way than to take his girlfriend out on a date in the city of love!] Many greatly opposed Taylor’s supposed relationship. They expressed that Taylor was better off with a younger woman! [Why is he wasting his youth on an older woman? She looks like what? In her thirties?]

“I guess you’re really done with the older guys now, huh?” Kaylor shrugged. “I guess so.” Then she smirked at me. “But… there’s someone I’ve got my eye on at the moment. Met him at the airport. We talked for like an hour.” I gaped at her. “Oh no. Not again!” “Relax.” She chuckled. “It’s not some old man this time. I think he’s in his late twenties, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. The age gap isn’t crazy.” “Kaylor...” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t want you getting hurt again. The last guy you were obsessed with turned out to be gay.”

"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."

“Come here, please.” Liam walked over, standing beside Kayla, looking down at Taylor with concern. “I’m here, Mrs. Taylor,” he said. Taylor shook her head slightly. “Call me Taylor,” she said. “We’re past formalities now. There’s something I need to say. Something I should have said a long time ago. Thirty years, to be exact.” Kayla frowned, looking from her mother to Liam. “What is it, Mom? What do you need to say?”