Taylor Swift Daughter Novels & Stories

And he chose to give it all than stand up and give up. Wait, did he say 'my daughter'? "And what's the name of your daughter?" I asked out of curiosity. "Her name? Her name is Katlyn Carlson. She is now a fourth-year College student at Lawson University," he immediately replied to me, and rubbed his hands together since it was freezing here outside. Katlyn, he said? Oh, what a surprise. I smiled when an idea came to my mind just thinking of Katlyn who stole my Dad's attention and kept comparing me to her.

i was ready, taking a deep breath i walked out of the room bumping right into my daughter Taylor Taylor pov I knew we were going on a collection tonight, I put on what i always put on, my black hoodie with jeans and my boots, my hair was put up in a messy bun, i liked it that way it kept it out of the way so if i got into a fight, they wouldn't be able to pull on my hair. i hated that why in the world do they always go for the hair or a hard smack in the face, that just pissed me off even more, I got a link from my father just as i was putting on my boots,

Kyle cut in, his voice hardening again, "is that you think you can interfere with my wife's career based on Taylor's lies." Dad found his voice, anger overriding his initial fear. "Now see here, Branson. Taylor is—" "Your daughter. Yes, I'm aware." Kyle's eyes narrowed. "Just as I'm aware of how you've treated your other daughter. How you abandoned her mother. How you've spent years enabling Taylor's manipulations." "You have no right—"

Her smartwatch was waterproof, so we could stay on the call. “Mom, someone’s coming in. It’s Dad! “He came in and went out again. I think he’s on the phone.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Stay hidden. Don’t make a sound. Don’t go out. That’s not your dad.” Then, I heard the sound of a door closing. Something was wrong because it sounded too clear. My daughter was hidden in the bathtub and covered by clothes. If the bathroom door had been opening and closing, I should not have heard it so distinctly.

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

Summer, who had been dejectedly sitting by the side of the bed, looked up at the doctor. The doctor sighed and told them that family members had the highest chance of being a compatible donor. "What about a twin sister?" "That would be best. The chances are even higher." Their eyes instantly brightened. I knew they immediately thought of me. Sarah quickly sent me a message. [You ungrateful daughter…] She had just sent the message out when she immediately deleted it. She sent another message instead. [Dear Sienna, where are you? We were wrong to say all those things to you a few days ago. We're sorry. Come home. Your father and I miss you. Your sister also knows that she's done you wrong. We

"No, son. She's Iris!" "I fucking know that!" "No, you don't!" "What are you talking about, mother?! She's a traitor! She shall be killed right now or executed!" I watched as she stared at her son with a cold glare. I could see the strength flowing from her. She was a stubborn woman. I rubbed my throat and watched. "She's Taylor's daughter, Iris," His eyes darted to me but he looked away quickly. "You lie, mother. She isn't. She's impersonating her! Iris will never want to kill me!"

As the search results appear, my jaw drops, and my eyes widen like saucers. Meet Noah 'EN’ Taylor, the son of Jude Taylor, a billionaire who has held an oil block since the early 1980s. Not only does his father own a conglomerate of comoanies, spanning across America and various Asian countries, but his mother, Helen Taylor, is an accomplished individual herself. She retired as a Professor, she held the prestigious position of America’s ambassador to Egypt.

my daughter smiled at her, and Tiffanye told her it was nice to meet her Dynasty immediately hug her, and Tiffanye hug back. That when the door opened from the back, Giuliano came out, when he spotted Tiffanye he informs her about Journee, they went into the back. It seems like it had been hours, but soon Tiffanye came out, and every one approaches her. Our mom was the first to ask about Journee. Tiffanye told all of us that Journee was doing good, a few minutes later Giuliano came out with the baby. We all gather around to see the baby; it was a girl when Giuliano introduce his daughter Rebel to us.

Mid-twenties, designer dress, with the kind of beauty that came from expensive procedures and maintenance. "Daddy," she purred, draping herself over the arm of his chair. "This is Lucien Hayes? Hm. He's not nearly as impressive up close. Though he'd be taller." I looked at her. “Excuse me?” “You’re excused.” She flicked her hair off her shoulder. “I don’t know why my father bothered meeting you.” “Victoria,” Taylor said, affection softening his voice. Then to me: “You may not remember, but my daughter and I have been trying to align with the Hayes family for years.”