Taylor Russell Novels & Stories

I looked up at the owner of the voice, who I never notice walk in. He had chocolate brown hair and was very tall and well built. "Fucking hell. Is your throat okay?" He said, while laughing. I rolled my eyes at him. I was in no mood to joke around. "Sorry I scared you. I thought you heard me walk in." He had stopped laughing and now looked concerned. I didn't respond to that. Then he stretched out his hand for a handshake, "I'm Russell. Russell Marshall. Zayne's cousin."

Seeing the look on Taliah’s face I look down, “is he married or something.” Shaking her head no Taliah took a deep breath, “he is like one of the top drug lords of New York Taylor...like in fact, he is one of the top drug runners in the US. Like he is deep in the mafia. Every time the cops arrest him the witness ends up missing or dead, evidence gets destroyed. Taylor, he isn’t a good guy.”

"I am making this live to confirm the rumor that has been circulating and has been removed by the CEO of RR Gaming, my boyfriend, Russell Richardson. Yes, this is to confirm that Russell and I are dating and we love each other." A lot of 'Wow' reactions came up but I was just pulling up to the agency. I saw a lot of reporters probably waiting for me. I shifted the gear into park mode and switched off the ignition. "Now, nobody, and I repeat absolutely nobody, knows what I've been through to get to where I am today. Do what you will with that information."

Eleanor said setting the table and smiled as Daniel left with Carson. "Oh my look at him Dani. He never listens to me. He has turned on the AC and sleeping without a shirt." Carson was nagging as soon as he entered his room... Russell was lying in the center of the bed. Only in his jeans. The cooling was chilled to core. But he loved it. And Carson had always scolded him not to sleep without a shirt in AC. His perfect back muscles were stretching with every inhale and exhale. Decorated with lots of hickeys. The fabric of denim covering his perfect shaped round ass.

It's extremely important. Russell, on the other hand, was outside of the pack because he was in another country selling medical products. Yes, after the attack that took the lives of his parents when he was eight years old, one of his father's friends raised him and later asked for his help in his work. Russell became his partner when he was 22 years old, and today, Russell is 27 years old and earns a really good amount of money each and every month. "Eva, what in the world could possibly be the issue? Unfortunately, I am currently out of the country on business, but I will do my best to return in time for dinner tonight." It seemed as though Russell's nerves were starting to get the better

she grits her teeth angrily, making me feel a bit sorry for her. “Taylor is dead. DEAD! Why did you kill him? He was good to you and always did everything you asked of him. You made him into a fucking addict. I don't even recognize him anymore. He used to be such a lively person. Always so responsible and cared so much for our pack. Until you decided to come into our lives and began meddling with his dad.” she says as she looks at Matisa.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

A famous popstar. My sister Riley had big plans for her future until my fans got so crazy she had to quit her job, they would show up at the school she taught at, it got so bad the schools security couldn't stop them and they made it into her classroom, it scared Riley and the kids. I then hired Riley to run my social media. I had to hire Russ my brother too, he worked with my copyright and all my music used in movies and adverts. He deals with that. I honestly have no idea what Russell Campbell wanted to do with his life before his sister Rae Hartley became famous. "Russ sent a text while you were onstage, you've got a request from the NFL, they want you to perform at half time." Carson say

He then spoke up, "Mr. Russell, if there are no issues with the transfer agreement, you can sign it." Russell coldly glared at him, "Mr. Velasquez, next time you encounter my wife, remember to take a detour." Rylee was a coward, "Yes, yes, I will definitely roll as far as possible." Russell signed his name, and that was it. After Troy saw Rylee off, he returned to the office. Russell stood tall and elegant in front of the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling window. He was 6 feet 5, and you couldn't tell how tall he was when he sat in a wheelchair on a regular day.