Taylor West Novels & Stories

She spat. “Okay, prove it.” I said calmly. “Huh?” “You said you are not Liam's toy, so prove it. Miss Taylor, my brother keeps treating you like shit and yet you keep running to him whenever he calls for it. Act like the smart woman I believe you are, or accept it that you are his plaything.” She fumed at my words, gritting her teeth in anger. “You, Jaxon West, is the most narcissistic snob I have ever met and I regret having sex with you last night.”

Charlie objected. “I’m just trying to -” “He is not even my type,” Charlie interrupted, laughing. “He’s like seven years older than me, I think.” “Phew! Old man!” Taylor said, his voice loud and clear. Charlie cracked up again. “Stop it.” They were already on the first floor of the building when Charlie cupped his face. She declared, “I love only you.” “Oh, Babe.” Taylor's shoulders fell as he embraced her. “I badly needed that confirmation. I’m Taylor West. I’m confident and know my strength, but I gotta admit, when I saw Graham Wright's photo, I thought his beauty could turn men into gay.”

Maya closed her eyes. She had just discovered that she could perform spells meaning she might be a warlock but she did not know what to do about it. And of how she came to be, she still had no idea. What was currently on her mind was the dying Ashton and she needed to do something about it. Although she had stayed with Ashton's pack for some time, the only place she was most familiar with was Ashton's villa, which was now filled with wolfbane. She knew that she could not waste another minute because once she gets affected by it too, they will be both down and no one will save them.

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

His mum might have worked out everything out for him. "And for the Female position." My heart began to race faster. "We have Taylor Mcgregor." The hall became noisy, everyone was probably wondering why Taylor was nominated. Suddenly I heard the sounds of heels hitting the floor. I looked behind me to see Taylor walking towards the stage proudly, she looked beautiful, different and confident. Everyone looked behind to see who was coming, all attention were focused on her. The gasps, shock and awe was evident. "I thought she moved out of Beverly Dale."

I wouldn't put it past him to do so either; I'd have to kick my own ass if I touched her; she deserves so much better than a playboy that has at least three women a week. "I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees, when your hurt and you suffer, I'm your angel undercover," Taylor sang as she grabbed the file from the filing cabinet and stood. When she turned and saw me in the doorway, she screamed, and papers flew everywhere. I grinned at her, and she took the pods out of her ear. "My God, Wade, what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me," Taylor said as she bent down to pick up the papers from the floor. I took the helmet I hadn't taken off yet and put it on her desk and knelt d

Taylor’s eyes widened in recognition. “And what is happening here?” Will asked, stepping up to the group. Taylor let out a small gasp of surprise. “I know who you are. You are Williams Jones, son of Mr. Lazarus Jones.” She quickly extended her hand. “Taylor McCarthy. I’m a huge fan.” Will shook her hand with a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor McCarthy.” Taylor shook her head, showing her fingers, laughing nervously. “Not married yet. Still a Miss.”

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

"I've got some news you might want to hear. Rumors are spreading underground." I didn't respond, just raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in slightly. "The Queen of the West is making moves. Word is, she's opening her own big-shot hotel, here in Manhattan." My entire body tensed at that, my mind snapping into focus. The Queen of the West—this mysterious woman who had been creeping into my territory, disrupting operations without leaving a trace of her identity. We still had no name, no face. Just whispers.

Jacques disclosed and the smile I kept on my face faded immediately. So this was it? This was the reason they both came here? So I can help Taylor in making a name for herself? Isn't she the famous designer from White Moon pack who got an offer to work with some small foreign firms in France? Why on earth does she need my help? Even if I'm to guide or help someone with the fame I've acquired, Taylor would always be the least. “What's her name?” I asked, feigning innocence, “Her name is Taylor. Taylor Dobrev,” This time around, Killian responded, his words driving like a stake in my heart