Taylor Swift Stories Novels & Stories

I enjoy telling stories and these pirates are taking that away from me. All I can say is that I will upload when this piracy business has been sorted. Take care Taylor West. *please feel free to follow me on socials to be kept up to date*

Maybe that is what I’ll do when it’s finally time to hang up my hockey stick. I catch her looking at my fingers as I drum the steering wheel to the beat of Taylor Swift’s Love Story. “Didn’t figure you for a Swiftie,” she says sarcastically. I shrug, “I like her, what’s not to like about Taylor?” “Typical man,” she says sarcastically. “Are you jealous, Princess?” “Ha, you have got to be kidding me. No way. I’d have to care first and I don’t so go fuck your ass!”

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"’ (Love Story by Taylor Swift) I turned my head to Alessio who was just staring at Lara with blank eyes, his beer bottle hanging mid air. Daniel held the same expression on his face and I knew that it was not because he was captivated by her voice. It was because he was considering if it would be considered self protection if he threw the bottle in Lara’s face to save our ears.

"Then what? I wanna know Bryan because this still feels like a dream to me. A dream I never want to end." "It's real Tay, and it's never gonna end. I always loved you, but I didn't realize it until you left my life. If you wanna know since when then it's back in college" Taylor gasped aloud, "You're kidding right?" "Alright, that's enough story for tonight. I think you need some rest, Taylor. You're almost drunk." Taylor whined playfully like a child as she didn't want to go without hearing the full story. "Tell me more, Bryan, pretty please."

She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman. However, those posts were soon flagged as violations and blocked from being shared. One day, my younger self, Little Zoe, came home from kindergarten, crying. “Nobody would play with me today. They said you stole Melody’s daddy...” My mother held Little Zoe tightly and said, “Zoe, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.” After hitting one dead end after another, she finally decided to leave Harbor City.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

"Observant, my foot. You're a control freak, Taylor, and you know it. There it was again, that ghost of a smile. He acted as if he were trying not to have a good time, but she wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. As the night wore on, the topics turned less heavy. Sarah launched into stories of her childhood, including the one about a disastrous school play where she'd tripped over a prop and knocked down the entire set. Taylor listened, his expression softening, though his guarded nature never fully disappeared. Still, there were moments when he leaned in just a little closer, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly at her antics. “You're ridiculous," he said after she finished recou

After Blank space, everyone still didn't stop singing along to her. She sings randomly from her different albums. She sang her songs: You Belong With Me, Shake It Off, Wildest Dreams, Lover, Mine, Teardrops On My Guitar, All too Well, 22, Red, Fifteen, Bad Blood, I knew You Were Trouble, Style, We Are Never Getting Back Together, and then Enchanted. "This last song is a special request from a friend of mine," Taylor Swift said as she catch her breath a little. "It's a pleasure that I'll be part of this," she said before the background music of what she was about to sing started playing.

She paused when Taylor’s eyes darted to me. I wasn't social, but I knew what that meant; whatever it was they had to discuss was a family matter and shouldn't cross the ears of an outsider like me. I got up and let out a residual chuckle, clapping dramatically so my exit didn't seem weird. “You have to tell me more of those stories,” I add for a dramatic effect. “I have been dying to tell someone, and finally, heaven has answered my cry,” she murmured, wriggling out of his grip and turning to me. “I will be delighted to.”