Dc Tamaranean นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He didn’t smile, just nodded once. Reid leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, wicked curve to his mouth. “Unless you’d rather spend the night fighting for a bench with the college kids. Your call, sweetheart.” Tamara met their eyes—one after another—and felt heat bloom low in her belly. Not fear. Not caution. Just raw, immediate want. The alternative was miserable. The promise in their stares was anything but. “I’m Tamara,” she said. Marcus extended a hand. “Marcus. Julian. Reid. Let’s go before the roads close completely.”

when she finally recovered from the shock she turned towards dexter only to see him removing his blue contacts and it felt like she felt in love with him all over again looking into those grey pools of death that she had fallen for years ago. "You are right I have a lot of explaining to do but let's start with introducing you to my brother that is my older step- brother Marco McCoy"

TAKEN thirty four. Marcus wanted to make it up to his mum and dad. So he had woken them up very early and had asked them to dress up. When they did, he put them in the car and drove them out. He went alone with them, he basically wanted to have a short time with his mum again. When they left Allen saw this opportunity to talk to Stella. Through at the night, all he did was felt guilty, after what his dad had said to him. He hated how attracted he got to Stella during those short period of time with steady nights with her. He needed this to stop.

she introduced herself, her voice smooth and commanding, "and this is Tamar." Damien shook her hand firmly, his own demeanor polite but tinged with curiosity. "Damien," he replied, his voice steady. "One of Zeke's lovers." Zeke wrapped an arm around Damien's waist in a show of pride, pulling him closer as he nodded toward Tamar. "Say hi, Tamar," Imelda prompted, and Tamar waved with a bright, "Hi there!" her eyes sparkling with interest.

“Are you going to withdraw because do you think you really have no hope for Tamara?” “No! Quitting is not in my character, buddy. Now I'll start, right?” I said. "Oh, that's exciting, man." Dalton snickered. “Yeah, it also excites me. Operation: Untamed Queen Tamara,” Jimbo said. “Then come on, let the dare begin today,” Dalton said, then placed the hand in the middle. “For our fifty thousand dollar deal. Tame Tamara in just ten days.” Jimbo nodded as well and put out his hand in the middle.

David growled as he reached over with one hand and slammed Tamara again against the side of the car. Red spots filled her vision and she screamed, pain exploding in her body. “Marcel couldn’t do the job properly. This time, I’ll do it myself!”

Scar ordered and Damon could do nothing but stand beside Tammy, watching and waiting as Scar and his Beetle disappeared into the library with the witch. “What exactly are they doing?” Damon asked, though he hadn’t really expected an answer. He was surprised when Tammy stepped closer to him, almost as if she were trying to draw comfort from him.

{SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY IN THE BREAKING DAWN PACK} "You did very well, Addison" Devil, Rihanna's father smirked at her after she informed him she had left his note at their patrol. Addison, a new member of the Breaking dawn pack who transferred to Angelina's home just to make friend with Elysian to see whether she was a Dragon or not, and the day she visited her, confirmation she was a dragon. She held her stone face on, any compliment from the evil alpha didn't bother her. Her heart never wanted to accept any of those, no matter how high the alpha praised her.

‘’ I asked in confusion ‘’Hmm there was like a minor glitch in the SQA’’ Andrew muttered I turned to Tamara for a more detailed explanation ‘’There’s something you need to know, but first I’d like to talk to your errrrr ... friend here’’ She answered Turing to Xavier who just stood there looking amused by the situation. ‘’ hmmmm No , I’m the hunter here you’re suppose to be talking to me not him now please tell me what the hell us going on ‘’ I demanded trying my best to stay calm . ‘‘ I’m her mate, and yes we can talk ‘’ Xavier said interrupting my tantrums to Tamara.

We barely met two weeks ago, and now she was this person I didn’t want to see come to any harm. I looked up at the TV screen, which sprang to life showing a frenzy in the arena. The roar of the crowd echoed through the speakers, a tidal wave that vibrated in the locker room. Tamara climbed into the octagon, her joggers baggy but her body taut, septum ring glinting in the spotlights as a dare. Her opponent from Moon River pack, Roman Winston, was a tank of muscle—wide shoulders and no neck, buzz-cut head, narrow focus eyes. He bounced on his toes, cracking his knuckles that seemed capable of tearing stone.