Taylor Russell Novels & Stories

A voice came from behind, and I turned around to see a short-grown man with a white mustache growing on his face, rubbing his palms together. “Really?” I asked, intrigued. Clinton grunted from behind me, but I didn't pay him heed. “Yes, the young lad's name was Tayo, and he believed that werewolves are real and that he had seen one transforming before.” Now, I was certainly intrigued. Wrapping my arms around my chest, we listened to him tell us more about Tayo. And from all the things he spoke about the boy, it somehow convinced me that he must have actually seen one before. And for that to be a woman, then…

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

His Luna came up beside him and slipped her hand into his, squeezing his fingers in a show of support. There was a buzz running right through the pack house as Duncan made his way down the unusually busy corridors being careful not to bump his back, he frowned, what in the Goddesses name was going? He entered the room with his fellow riders and found space to stand at the back. He had spent the last few days lying on his front recovering from his tattoo, but he had managed to get a t-shirt on and had dashed to Thurso from the training camp with everyone else as soon as he heard Alpha Solomon had called a meeting of the warriors.

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

“I guess I need to break up with her.” "Taylor has connections and she is a beta.” Ryder chuckled. “You think I need more connections or power than I already have? Lucas laughed and left him. When Ryder heard the door to Lucas' room close, he picked up his phone, and slid it awake. He brought up Tayloysi number, and stared at it for a few seconds.

"Yes, sir, I will take care of it." After I said goodbye to Santos on the phone, I turned to Russell. She's wearing a red and black spring/autumn turtleneck vintage women's dress with long sleeves and a mid-calf lace maxi dress. The dress's color was dominated by her skin tone, making her look like a real-life Barbie doll. I immediately took a photo of her. "Wow, you're gorgeous, love." I got a good picture of her. She looks like a model. Russell smiled, walked over to me, and touched my chin with her finger. "Baby, you're drooling," she giggled. "Please wait because I have a lot more clothes to test."

Taylor's caption read simply: "Perfect lunch date with my soulmate ��" "Oh." The word came out small, broken. "Yeah, oh." Scarlett reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "Come on. You're coming with me to pick out something for my gallery opening. No arguments." "I'm thinking something dramatic," she was saying as we entered the store. "Maybe that new Alexander McQueen collection—" She stopped abruptly. I followed her gaze and felt my blood freeze. Taylor stood at the jewelry counter, looking every inch the society princess in cream Chanel. Her perfectly manicured hand held a familiar black card – Kyle's American Express.

We never were. Everybody is wounded and tired, but they’re still fighting. Regret fills me. I shouldn’t have been so hasty, especially when I knew what we were up against. I hear a tinkling laugh from somewhere, only to see the enemy part like a sea for a familiar redhead to appear. “Rachel,” I breathe in disgust. Her tawny eyes are filled with delight. “You never fail to disappoint, Taylor. You’re just so predictable, always desperate to play the hero.”

I will show him the length Kevin Russell will go to achieve his goal. TBC...... ©️ Tricia

I didn’t have time for such pastimes. “Who’s leading?” I asked, feigning interest. “Gordon, but the damn caution just started. I hate when they end under caution.” I looked back at the television. “You like racing?” “Yeah, the faster the better. How about you?” I shrugged. “I’m not much of a fan. Kind of busy these days.” The man nodded, turned my direction, and extended his hand. “Russell, Russell Collins. What brings you to LA?”