Taylor Swift Crying Novels & Stories

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.

Six months ago, I was accidentally poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body gradually weakens. Today, my wolf is completely gone, and I have three days left to live. On the last day before I draw my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears that he'll make it up to me someday. My sister is being swamped with insults on the college forum after she was caught plagiarizing my Belladonna thesis. But I come forward and claim that I'm the one who plagiarized it. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?

On her wedding day, she made the most daring decision. Instead of exchanging rings with her supposed groom, she made a live proposal to the city's richest man - Miguel Winslow, rejecting her groom - Daniel. It was a game of recklessness but if it meant escaping her cold family, and her groom whose true identity she has just found out, she doesn't mind not being careful. She is an heiress but has never been treated as one. Many know her as a crying doll and people would never have thought she could be an orchestrator of surprising plans to come. Surrounded with lies, will she ever drown in them as she tries to tame her rightful path? And will the man that never honors invitations but ended up in her ceremony somehow accept her sudden request? _At what expense?

My daughter, Tina, locked herself in her room, crying so hard her body shook. I pried the door open and saw that she was clutching a test paper that was torn to shreds and pieced back together. It was a math Olympiad selection test. She should have gotten a perfect score, but was given a score of zero instead. "Mom," she sobbed, "the teacher said 3x5 is not equal to 5x3; that it's taking shortcuts. She tore my paper up in front of everyone, revoked my eligibility for the competition, and told the whole class not to talk to me…" I looked at the deep red scratch marks on my daughter's wrist and immediately picked up the phone to call the principal. "What good does it do for your school's reputation to drive a kid who loves math to their breaking point?"

I, Alpha Taylor, reject you Juliana as my mate and the Luna of moonlight Pack.” My heart was broken into pieces when these words came out from Alpha Taylor. He was my enemy and turned out to be my mate on the night of my 18th birthday. The moon goddess was unfair! Was that what I deserved after suffering so much! Mira, an 18th-year-old omega, whose beauty radiant was termed a curse, and was rumored to have been the reason behind the sudden death of her mother. She was molested, treated like trash, and turned into a pack slave in her pack, having been termed a curse she was been rejected by all her mates. Her dream was to be like her normal age mates, she despised the mysterious power that she has as the whole of the werewolf's realm sees it as a curse, and seeks her death. A must-read story, follow Juliana on the journey of discovering more about her powers and finding happiness.

Mirabella Taylor was never meant to step foot inside the Windsor Estate. An orphan. A stripper. A mistake. But when a powerful billionaire tears her from the shadows and drops her into a life of luxury and lies, Bella is forced into a world where wealth rules—and the elite bite. Now she’s living under the same roof as the Windsor twins: Kaius and Kaden. Cold. Merciless. Lethal.And fate just made them her mates.They don’t want her.They want to break her. At school, they humiliate her. At home, they ignore her. And in the dark, when no one’s watching… they burn for her. But Mirabella didn’t survive this long just to be anyone’s victim. She’ll play their games. She’ll wear the crown they never wanted her to touch.And when the time is right, she’ll remind the ruthless Alpha heirs exactly who they underestimated. Because she may be fated to them…But she was never meant to bow.

Adele Green was a werewolf in the Silverlake pack born to an Alpha family. She trained with her father and brother from a young age and became the pack head warrior at the age of 18. She was a very skilled warrior and also very intelligent with good leadership qualities. When she was 20, she found out that she had not 1 but 2 mates Chris Black and Liam Taylor who were the Alpha and Beta of the most powerful pack in the world, Blackwood pack. Adele was very ecstatic as she was told mate bond is the most sacred bond which needs to be cherished but her mates did not share the same idea. Chris and Liam were best friends from childhood and their friendship turned to love by the time they were 15. When they were 18, they became the Alpha and Beta of Blackwood pack. Both hated woman and even the concept of mates. According to them women are good only for one thing , to bare pups and take care of them. **** This book can be read as a Standalone ****

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman. I refuse Brenda's offer on the spot with a cold expression. Feeling furious and embarrassed, Brenda yells at me for being a stingy old lady. Then, she storms out of my place angrily. Three months later, Brenda shows up with her pregnant niece outside my residential area. There, they start a livestream and start crying their woes to the Internet. "Everyone, Emily Parker's adopted son tricked my poor niece, Ashley Collins, into sleeping with him! Yet now, he refuses to claim the unborn baby as his! "Oh, Ashley keeps crying every day! Can Emily even afford to take responsibility for my darling Ashley if she and her unborn baby end up dying because of that bastard? "If I gain 100 thousand likes by the end of today, I'll definitely commit suicide right on that Emily hag's doorstep!" As I look at the comments that demand justice in Brenda's livestream, I almost laugh out loud. My adopted son is actually a male monkey which has retired from the local zoo. On top of that, he's already neutered. So, what on earth is Ashley pregnant with? A magical baby monkey?

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.