Taylor West Novels & Stories

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.

Yes, this is completely real. He is certain he's gawking at her like a predator staring at its prey from a distance before lunching at them, but he can't really help it. She's in a red long-sleeved top exposing just a little of her cleavage and a red short skirt reaching a little above her knee and she is on a black four heels and making her legs longer. Her makeup is moderate, her face sharp with the foundation and powder and a fading blush making her look gorgeous as hell and her lip is red and shiny and Rory wants nothing more than to capture them between his lips. Apart from the fact that she's Taylor, she is also looking breathtaking as well. She's grown into a different woman and if he

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.