Best Tessa Dare Books Novels & Stories

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

And my heart—her heart—raced in my chest, beating for him, but not mine to give. “You’re caught, Tessa,” Zaria said coldly. And then she pulled something out from under her arm. My breath hitched. My diary. “No,” I whispered, my stomach dropping. “No, give it to me.” My voice cracked into a plea. Zaria’s smirk deepened as she flipped it open, her fingers caressing the pages I had bled my soul into. “Let’s see…” she began, her tone dripping with venom. “Don’t!” I lunged forward, my legs trembling. “Please, give it back!”

“Why come here now?” Tessa looked up. Eyes wet. “Because I’m tired,” she said. “Tired of lying. Tired of fighting. Tired of being the villain in a story I helped write. I saw the headlines this morning. Elara’s leak. The world knows what I did. I can’t run anymore. I can’t hide. So I came to end it.” She reached into her coat. Pulled out a small envelope. Slid it through the bars. “Custody papers,” she said.

“Alright Tessa, thanks for telling me so much. Can you leave me alone now? I want to read books here.” “Why not! Master said you like reading books.” She jumped before leaving as Alessandra said nothing. As soon as Tessa left the room, she first checked the drawers of the room. In those drawers, she found many files and envelopes which were just bills and magazines. Apart from the drawer of the table, she also searched the drawer of the shelves which had a lock. Not such a lock but a fingerprint lock.

Besides, Dared himself was completely dumb when it came to noticing people's feelings, but if anything he heard about the Clarissa girl was anything to go by, he was infact, getting better. ”You are definitely cheating” Dared said and Tania could have sworn a pout had graced his features, the girl smiled fondly as she walked towards the large mirror in the sitting room. Her hands ever so delicately traced the diamond necklace that sat on her neck, Before she traced underneath the necklace, her eyes watered as she felt the scars on her collar bone. Years would never be able to properly do justice to her loss. Never.

"What's so fun about playing with other girls' hearts? By making a girl believe that your intentions were pure, only for her to discover that all this time, the one who caused her to feel as though she was exceptional is also the one who will cause her to feel like she's the most stupid person on the planet?" "I grew up having everything and everyone that I want, Tasha. You're the only person who made me realize that ever since, I was stupid for believing that love was just a game." I didn't answer. "When you had my full attention, there's this urge inside me to give you the best version of myself. I didn't tell you the truth about the dare because I was afraid that something like this would

“Okay. Goodnight.” There’s nothing good about this night because he ruined it. I march to my room and against my desires, I don’t slam the door shut. The rest of the night is a string of unplanned events. But by the time my head hits the pillow, I’m grinning evilly. * * * * * A/N: Tessa is the female lead in Bullied By The Badboy. If you haven't read her story and you're interested in doing so, check it out by searching for my username or the title.

The hand holding the food container trembled as though it had lost all strength. Had they just showered together? Had Ethan stayed the night? Had they slept together? A wave of bitterness flooded my chest. My heart was aching. Then what had five years of devotion amounted to? A joke. As my thoughts spiraled uncontrollably, Clara stepped out. She wore a silk slip dress that clung to her curves, the hem so short it nearly brushed the tops of her thighs. From head to toe, she was all slender waist, long legs, pale skin, and striking beauty, with every curve perfectly placed.

Kaelani opened her mouth— But Tessa was already going. “Wait—” her eyes widened, realization hitting fast. “Is he like you too?” She leaned in slightly, studying her. “Oh my god… he is, isn’t he? That makes so much sense!” “Tessa—” “Are you two like… mates?” she rushed on, hands flying as her excitement built. “I read about it in one of those werewolf romance books and—oh my god, that is so romantic—”

Her eyes burned with a lethal promise of revenge. "This isn't over, Katia," she whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "You think you've won because you have the documents? You don't know who you're playing with." "I know exactly who you are, Tessa," I said, my smirk widening into a cold, dangerous promise of my own. "You're a girl who drives cars for a living. I build the systems that tell you how to do it. Learn your place." Tessa turned on her heel and stormed out of the boardroom, her lawyers scrambling to follow her as the heavy double doors slammed shut.