Taylor West Novels & Stories

He must have headed out to wherever he is going. Taylor puts on some music and we listen to her playlist which is a whole mash of country, Swift and some other artists. It’s pretty upbeat. As I pull onto the highway she is singing to her favorite song and I am tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. It feels good to feel this way, happy for a change. Momma is coming home and hopefully everything will feel normal. “Are you ready?” I say as we head into the rehab center. Taylor nods and runs her hands down her dress.

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.”

Jason Davis and Flora were standing next to Taylor. Jason was the singer for the theme song of this drama, so he was invited as well. As soon as they met each other, Taylor"s face darkened. She said unhurriedly, "Kristen, something happened on the Rocky Mountain that night, you did that, didn"t you?" When Taylor woke up in the hospital that day, the doctor had also examined her. Nothing had happened, but the photos were uploaded online, and rumors were circulating. Everyone felt that she had been tarnished.

He would deal with her later. Across town, in the luxurious modern estate Roderick had bought for her two years ago, Taylor sat on the sun-drenched terrace with her mother. At twenty-six, Taylor was stunning — long honey-blonde hair, and a body sculpted by the best trainers money could buy. She sipped her mimosa, legs crossed elegantly, while her mother flipped through a fashion magazine. “You look tense, darling,” Her mother, Helen said without looking up. “What’s on your mind?”

Rex grumbled but it was barely audible. “Sir, today’s papers arrived early and there is a very interesting topic on the headlines.” Taylor told him and dropped the folded newspaper next to his coffee for him to read when he is sober. She then went to complete her daily tasks, Taylor was in her early thirties, she is a chubby and tall woman who works as Rex's personal chef and housekeeper. “Where is she?” Rex asked her. “Who sir?” Taylor asked, wiping her hand with a kitchen napkin.

William.. Alex has become a torment in my life, thwarting all my attempts to keep her at bay. She is so different to handle, and I know I am foolish to admit it, but all I want is a semblance of peace of mind, yet now there seems to be no way I can get Sierra back into my life or protect my daughter.

Alpha Jackson POV Dammit, I can’t believe how things turned out. That damn Caleb Sweeting was still haunting me. All these years, I had thought he was dead. Instead, he had been waiting to exact his revenge. His mate had been a beautiful woman, she had been hard to resist. I met her before I met my dear Luna. Beta Gregory and I were much younger then and perhaps some would say selfish men. If we saw something we liked, we usually took it. And usually there were never any complaints.

She was about to yell when she noticed a man she recognized approaching them. Will inquired, "What is happening here?" Taylor let out a sigh of surprise. "I know who you are. Mr. Williams Jones, you are the son of Mr. Lazarus Jones." Taylor extended her hand, anticipating a shake. "And you are?" Will asked as he snatched her hand in his. "I'm a huge fan! Taylor McCarthy , to be precise." "Oh, I see, Mrs. Taylor McCarthy, nice to meet you." As he let go of her hand, Taylor shook her head. "I'm not married yet. Miss is still a miss." She laughed a little nervously.

"So, who's the friend of a friend? Who am I really protecting here? What's the connection to you." "Grayson Taylor's wife, Honey. The actress is one of her best friends. Lauren Gardener." Nate let that sink in. "Grayson's footing half the bill. Honey's covering the other half. They want the best, and that's you." "Grayson Taylor." Wyatt's tone shifted, became more interested. "The billionaire CEO? That Grayson Taylor?"

Theodore was still in my arms, his eyes watery but his sobs finally settling as he clung to the teddy. On the doorstep stood a middle-aged woman. “Good evening, Luna,” she said, nodding her head. “Hey, can I help?” She gave a small smile, “I don’t mean to bother you, but there is something you should know about your eldest son.” My stomach sunk. What now? “I believe he has slept with my daughter, Jessica Michaels. She’s only just sixteen and her father is furious.” I closed my eyes for a second and sighed. “Do you know when?”