Tayson Face Reveal Novels & Stories

The cameras are still blinking at us as if they want to impair us. “Mr. Rayson? What do you have to say about these? Are you having an affair behind your wife's back?” Another one spoke, and I finally had to unveil my face so that I could finally face these people. Affair? Seriously? I have had enough! I look at the cameras, not even scared of the outcome of my full face on display beside the renown Rayson Drew Mazur. “I do have something to say!”

It was a sensation that was unexplainable. My eyes closedown slowly on it’s own. I tried opening it but it turned out to be a battle. I forcefully wanted to flick it open but a greeter force locked it. TAIKA’S Growl was the only thing that could stop us. It was when she stopped us that my Sean’s revived on their own. I knew I was in deep shit and how to get out of it now is the main deal.

At the hospital.... Mr Taylor's ward .... The door slowly went open and Tirich sauntered in. He was in his usual black overall cloth with a hoodie to cover his face and a mask to disguise. Mr Taylor slowly looked up from the letter he was writing on a sheet of paper and as soon a he saw him he dropped back to the bed and quickly hid the paper under his pillow. "You've come for me !" He whispered and Tirich laughed. "You're damn right, I have!" He replied with a small smile and a sinister hint in his voice.

a familiar voice commented as Jasmine's eyes snapped open. "Tommy!" She exclaimed in a shocked tone as Tommy took a step back before pulling the mask off his face revealing who he really was, "Hello, princess," he greeted with the smirk still plastered on his face causing Jasmine's blood to boil, "What the f**k, Tommy!" She yelled in a pissed-off tone causing Tommy's smirk to fade.

“How dare you behave so arrogantly!” A deep voice rang in the ears of the crowd. The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and noticed an old man leading tens of Genetic Fighters from the Tay family over to the scene. “It’s the Third Elder of the Tay family!” someone shouted. The Third Elder of the Tay family was Silas Tay, and he was a Rank 10 Evolved One. After a few seconds, Silas walked in front of Lucas and looked at him coldly. “So, you’re Lucas York who injured Quack?”

Eighteen months, served in full. The caption: "Before Taylor Jones preaches second chances, maybe she should practice what she preaches. Her own mother is a convicted felon. Funny how she forgot to mention that." The comments were already flooding in—confusion, outrage, the predictable chorus of I knew she was fake. The document sat there, a grenade with the pin pulled, waiting to explode during our moment of highest visibility. Aiden's face was granite. "We cancel." "No." "Taylor—" "She wants us to react. To panic, withdraw, prove that we can't handle the spotlight." I locked my phone and set it face-down. "We don't give her that satisfaction."

My breath stalled. “I’m really okay,” I said slowly, but the truth sat bitter on my tongue. “It… it barely shows me.” Dad exhaled, a frustrated, helpless sound. “Yes. We noticed that. It’s… strange, actually. The angles. The blurring. Whoever leaked it intentionally protected your identity more than Tyler’s.” He continued, voice quiet but firm, “Your face isn’t fully visible. Your tattoos aren’t shown clearly. The camera avoids your profile. But Tyler—” He stopped, like the words tasted wrong. “Tyler is exposed in every frame.”

"This is your lead detail from Aegis Prime. Taye Eilish." I stepped closer, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. I was 5'11, but he made me feel tiny. I leaned in, letting a bit of my stage charisma leak out, giving him a slow, lazy smirk. "Taye," I purred, testing the weight of his name. "You look awfully serious. Do you ever smile, or is that against the company policy?" Taye didn't blink. His expression remained as flat and cold as a stone wall. He checked his watch, then looked back at me with a chilling lack of interest.

The revelation hung in the air, like a sudden storm cloud darkening their world. "Aren't you happy, son?" Mr. Frank's voice was tinged with hope as he looked at Taylor, awaiting his response. But Taylor's reaction was far from joyous. His face twisted with anger and disgust as he processed the revelation. He couldn't find it in himself to be happy about the newfound sibling, not when it was tied to the painful memories of betrayal and heartbreak.