Theodora Taylor Novels & Stories

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

Westley blinked repeatedly, and I thought I saw a glint of awe and pride in her eyes. “I’m so proud of you, CC.” Mum was teary-eyed. “That’s my brother.” “It’s your dream, Linton. I’m happy for you.” Westley seemed sincere. Is she now? She didn’t have any idea that she was one of my inspirations. She didn’t have to know. It doesn’t matter anymore. Mum proposed a toast. “For CC and Austen.” ***

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

"Professor Theodria. Impossible" Hearing Viktor's words, Professor Theodria put on a creepy smile full of evil "for the moments…. That would be my current name, although it is only one of the many names I have used ”Professor Theodria removed the ring and immediately returned to its repulsive and decomposing appearance. If Professor Theoadria was the Tomb Raider, who was Dr. Shandri Drake Tepes?

"Well, let's just say, he's an old man. I wanted to make his death uncomplicated, but you had to do what you do best. Oh, so sad." I couldn't believe it. Theodora didn't even look capable of harming anyone, let alone killing her own father. "Oh well, my time here is up." She stood up and smoothed her dress. "I couldn't stay here anymore; I don't want to smell like this cell." I dropped to my knees, surrendering to desperation. "Please, just let me go. I am begging you, I will never come back. You'll never hear from me again." Theodora's face turned steely and calculating. "Oh no, darling, this is only the start of your terrible nightmare!

Unease trickled into my chest. “What is it?” Or who? “Theodora .” Tristan spat in the dirt. “We need to go.” Alpha Orion had mentioned the name Theodora while we were at Vadan, but I had no clue who she was. “Is she one of Alpha Maximus’s warriors?” “His hunteress. Who he sends to locate those who don’t desire to be found.” His throat twitched as he swallowed. “She’s a child of Ullr.”

Theodora couldn't help but laugh at her stupidity because right now, she was sounding like a broken record. " Just shut up your mouth Alice, you are talking nonsense, at least sometimes try to listen to the way you sound, and stop making a fool out of yourself in public, you see this beautiful young lady behind me, she's Bernard woman. I believe you know what that implies, I understand you are desperate to have Bernard, but you should also know that Bernard isn't interested in you so back off," mumbled Theodora as slightly pulled Alice away and then grabbed Olivia's hand to leave, but Alice was quick to stop her from departing.

I drove to Theodore's next; stayed till evening and then came back, tired and hungry. The lights were on when I walked in. There was music playing in the stereo and the aroma of finely made meals filled the air. Before I knew it, I was right by the kitchen door. Taylor was still there, finishing up with the plates. She wore a thin long translucent gown over small short and a brazier. She gracefully swept herself through the kitchen, neatly arranging the utensils she had used while humming to the song on the stereo. I just stood there, just watching her and staying absolutely quiet.