Taylor Swift Two Is Better Than One Novels & Stories

She said truthfully. "You know what,you keep behaving like you are the best amongst every other person,but it is a a lie,you are far from the best,you are too proud". She said spitefully. "You are correct Sandra,I am indeed the best at what I do and same goes for you,so there's no big deal in it ". she said with confidence. "Keep using your star for now,I will make sure everyone sees how useless you are by the time I'm done with you." She said.

“Fine, you do you, girlfriend. But just so you know, I’ve warned you,” "Oh Hallee, you have such little faith in me. This is Taya 2.0 we're talking about," I whipped my hair in the air for an added dramatic effect. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Howard loves me the most! This time, he'll definitely see your true colors. You'll never hurt my family again!" Perhaps our taunts pushed Sue over the edge, she grabbed a knife and slashed my leg in anger and humiliation. "Oh, really? "But somehow, I feel like he'll believe me no matter what I say. "Don't believe me? Just wait and see." I was still reeling from the pain and shock when Sue looked up and confirmed the timing with the head thug. Then, with an eerie smile on her face, she slowly and deliberately began tearing at her clothes. I thought a sharp and seasoned businessman like Howard would easily see through the flaws in Sue's ridiculous plan.

What can I do when she has already made up her mind. I shouldn't have tried to fall in love with her, I was too bad for her, she was too good for me. She and Shawn are the perfect match and I was just a fool to think I can actually get the girl. Now I actually know my place.

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

"You know, you never said what the second thing was." Taylor dug in her purse for her keys. "What second thing?" "You said there were two things you wanted from a man. To be worshipped like a goddess, you said, but you never said the other." Taylor let herself into her car. She nearly slipped, her thighs were so wobbly. The car started so loudly in the confined space it literally made me jump. Was she not going to answer? But as she backed out, her window rolled down. "Duh, Mr. C. Same thing every goddess wants. To be fucked by a god." Then she winked, flipped me off, and drove away.

How did Lucas still get his hands on my original song? On Twitter, Lucas' back-to-back release of two original singles dominated the trending list for three days straight. His tracks soared to the top of every major music chart, taking the number one and two spots. His popularity even eclipsed the superstar whose secret marriage had been exposed recently. Fans flooded the comments beneath his new song, asking him why his style had suddenly changed.

The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable. She felt her plan take shape in the space between Lady Vale’s ultimatum and the ceremony’s looming circle. She could accept the bargain in name and still refuse to be obedient in spirit. She could stand beside Rowan and not let them decide her silence for her. If they wanted a second wife, she would give them one. But the realm would hear why she was second. Her throat tightened as she swallowed. “You can call it compliance,” she said to Lady Vale. “I’ll call it survival.”

With that one sentence, my status was once again pushed to the very bottom. A few spectators eager for drama had practically pulled out buckets of popcorn at that point. "Seems like Stewart's the winner here, huh?" Oh, so she was worried about her true love. You know what? Fine. I took the glass of wine and drained the harsh liquor in one go. After finishing it, I paused for a moment to recover. Seeing my expression, the people around assumed I was devastated. In reality, I was overjoyed. The more Evie cared about Stewart, the faster I could make a slip for it.

Sometimes his eyes drifted closed, and when he opened them again, his gaze was even more intense. Everything he did sent my adrenaline surging. Don’t ask what my heart was doing by then. “H-how was it?” I finally whispered when he released my hand. “Sweet,” Adrian said simply. “But your fingers are sweeter, Baby.” He was a dangerously grown man. My face burned hotter. I looked at him, stifling a laugh—anything to keep myself from unraveling completely. “The one that deserves the compliment is the ice cream, not my fingers.” “I only speak the truth.”