Taylor West Novels & Stories

I replied, making a mental note to come late next time. "Great. So, Gia says you're working on Mr. Taylor's account. Open your email—I've sent you all the information." I opened it and froze. Mr. Taylor, the face, the tattoos. The same guy I had a one-night stand with. No doubt. I scrolled down and almost dropped my phone when I saw him onstage with a mic. "H-he…" "He is a rising British rapper. Last month, he had over one billion streams. Top charts. He's about to go global." The woman said.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Pregnant or not, I still have needs that my mate has to fulfill, no matter how busy he may be searching for our lost pup. So I'm not protesting this makeover of my friends, if I can seduce Harad tonight our relationship could go back to how it was before. I need that so much, the certainty that he still cares about me and our little ones, that we are the most important to him. Taylor is currently working on my hair, she is turning it into a fabulous high-style hairstyle. With deft hands, she scoops the curls high above my head while some strands gracefully frame my face. Her remarkable agility makes it seem like an everyday task. The final result, paired with the makeup, is absolutely breath

“Taylor.” “Malachi.” Her voice was shaky, familiar in a way that brought back too many memories. Taylor had been my escape once, the woman I turned to when things with Zendaya got too painful. We had history, the kind that involved late nights and bad decisions, the kind that ended when I realized I could not outrun what I felt for Zendaya. She had left the city years ago, and I had not heard from her since.

When she walked off, I sent the group a quick mindlink. She’s perfect guys. Absolutely perfect. I’m going to take her for dinner. Sorry about ditching the party. It’s no big deal. We are happy for you, Matt. You deserve this. We’ll see you back in the room. Thanks, Alexi. You guys have fun. I walked out front, and a few minutes later, Taylor walked over to me. She had changed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that fit like a second skin and black knee-high boots. Her white tank top accentuated her chest, and the thigh-length cardigan drew my eyes to an ass made for me to worship.

Taylor laughed dramatically, waving her hands in the air. She had made her plans to marry Nate known to the public and she was trending on social media. Most people had thought she was lying until they saw the wedding photoshoot of her and Nate together. Wyatt shook his head, his daughter lived in cloud castles but it was best for her to continue living there. He knew that something else was going to happen when Nate and Grace agreed to the marriage. He wasn’t sure of what exactly they were going to bring on but he hoped that it wasn’t something too bad.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

"Victoria, is everything ready, how do I look?" Taylor questioned, trying to calm herself down. It was finally today, and today, she had gotten what she had always wanted. Not only that, her company was now next after Bryan's in the whole of New York. Deep within herself, Taylor knew her dad would be so proud of her wherever he was right now. She had come to achieve so much, and sadly it was all without Talia by her side. Victoria always had Taylor's back this past few months without Talia by her side.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo