Theodora Taylor Novels & Stories

Gilda said "Is that bad?" She turned to face Gilda with a frown that I only caught a glimpse of, from the side of her face. Gilda winked at me over her shoulder before saying, "of course not I don't mind so as I am with you. And to answer your question... Uhm... What is that your name again." She asked. 'Ashley' I wanted to say but I didn't say it out loud, "Theo, I am Theodora Percival,"

If those two goals collided, they would apologize after the fact. "Mr. Nyilas, I really believe we should..." Theodora got out then I brushed past her. It was a delicate moment and the chemistry between Rachel and I wasn't lost on most of them. She was a bodyguard yet my servant too. It was professional tribalism - two words that don't normally get along. Rios picked up on the other undercurrent.

Didn't this fuckhead get the memo years ago when I made her persona non grata? 'He needs a reminder,' Slade says, coming forward in the face of a common enemy, "in fact, we should just educate Theo while we are at it.' he says as we move forward out of the gardens to the front door when I hear another voice call out the door. "Elle, you and Theo are officially sitting with us at lunch!" squeals the unmistakable voice of Taylor. Hearing other people's voices, especially females, causes me to rethink my actions and slow my approach to listen.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Tay, I do not know Theodora very much but the little I am convinced of is she doesn't love Carlson. Maybe in the past but now is a no, she doesn't feel the slightest for him but she is not without a man in her heart” Cassandra announced. Taylor was not getting where she was driving.

"Trisha. Please pass me that glass plate, " Mrs Macaulay says to her daughter. "Mum, have it," Trisha says now handing over the glass to her mum. "I hope you have found a lesson tutor?" Mrs Macaulay a fair-skinned lady in her late forties asks.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

I have an instinct for who She is but I hope She is not. “The woman you’re dating. Mary Madison Evans… Vescinzo ”My tears kept falling. I thought I just had to use Her for Aleng Madelaine where Contract is but why… why Her? So that’s her father? The man who’s very weak inside. I sighed. I ran and I even heard them call me but I didn’t listen. I just stopped when I heard the door open. “Don’t worry, he won’t report it, I trust that child he won’t do such thing that can put me on risk, it doesn’t look like he will face the woman anymore ”I heard Tito say.

SERENA Taylor’s the type of girl that’s so outgoing and over-the-top nice that it almost seems disingenuous- because nobody’s that sugar sweet, right? Wrong. The more I talk to Taylor, the more I realize that this isn’t a front; it’s really who she is. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous. I wish I could be more like her. Maybe I could’ve been, if life hadn’t stomped all over me. If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done.