Booktok Shantel Tessier Novels & Stories

Oblivious to their thoughts, Tess took last strides into the auction house with her entourage. The previous mess has been cleaned in Regal’s orders, everywhere was squeaky clean, the auction house ready for business. After the short trip around the auction house, Tess visited Shannon’s library. She shuffled through some of the books on the shelves, especially the written notes, just to be sure she didn’t miss anything. Shannon’s intelligence was vivid from the neat strokes and calm mannerism she displayed when writing. Tess deduced she was a good decision maker and leader. The stunt she pulled to garner Tess’s attention was proof.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

Bella Pov I found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick. She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person.

she said with some annoyance. "Cassarina, you'll know the book I'm talking about once you see it. Just open your eyes," the woman said. Cassarina stared at the old woman who had come to be her mentor and teacher in her black robe. She sighed and got back to work. As she checked the middle of the shelf, a certain book struck her observation. It had the title The Kingdom Itself: Snails on it. "That's a strange name for a kids' story," she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search.

, Eloisa asked her as she came back with a tray in her hands. Greta shook her head and told her she's fine. She slowly put the tray on the table and serves Greta her tea. "Thanks!", she said and took a little sip on it. Eloisa smiled and sat on the couch too which is on Greta's front. She can't believe how she manages to be so elegant and sophisticated in her simple plain t-shirt and skinny jeans while wearing stiletto heels? Even she can't pull it off. Greta noticed how Eloisa stared at her so she was the one who breaks the ice between them.

"What the hell? I saw you on the news ten minutes ago. They’re saying you’re the 'Moll of the Mid-Atlantic.'" "I need a place to sit, Tess. Please." Tess unlatched the chain and pulled me inside. Her apartment was a chaos of fabric scraps, half-finished mannequins, and the rhythmic thump-hiss of an industrial steam iron. It was my old life, compressed into five hundred square feet. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Tess said, pushing a pile of sequins off a chair so I could sit. "Or like you are one. Is it true? The money laundering? The bookies?"

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

Amelia smiled, modest but flattered. “Oh?” “Yes,” Shantel continued, eyes bright. “You are quite the inspiration. I mean that sincerely. Your resilience, your strength, the way you have built everything you have, it is admirable. I have followed your journey for years.” Amelia chuckled softly. “That is very kind of you. Please, sit.” Shantel thanked her and took the seat opposite, heart pounding beneath her calm exterior. Phase one: access. They exchanged pleasantries, the kind that felt effortless when one person had rehearsed them endlessly. Shantel spoke about herself, carefully curated truths wrapped in lies. She talked about ambition, about heartbreaks she had “grown from,” about learni

I packed my books in my backpack without zipping it up and just as I was about to leave somebody stopped me. "Hi, Jj," he said with a warm smile that I instantly mirrored. I wrinkled my nose when I saw Sheryl standing behind him. "Sit here baby." The slut said while chewing a bubble gum like a total harlot. She made my insides cringed. I turned hastily to leave, but a book fell out from my bag. "Here you go." Bellamy bent and handed it to me, making our hands to brush. My stomach felt like it had been tied into knots.

"That's a lie! You're intentionally messing with him. Who do you think you are!" The hallways was empty. Shantel saw this as an opportunity. She attached Emerald and arranged her curls in her hand. She then yank it hard so much until a pain filled growl tore out from Emerald. "I am Shantel. Alpha Jaxton's Sinner slave, that's who I am" After saying this, she left Emerald's hair, pushing her back with it. Then she took two steps closer to her.