Kafka Tamura Novels & Stories

"What could he be really after. Money?" "I guess so." James entered, holding the tablet in one hand and a plastic cup in another. "Here take this. I brought it for you," he offered. Giving me the coffee. "All black, with milk and no sugar. Just how you like it." I was amazed for a minute. "How did you even know this? I can see you're catching up already." "The lady on the coffee stand gave me a tip. All I had to do was mention piccolo gato, and boom! Coffee!" He grinned.

his kisses rough and demanding. Like he's tryna tell me how much he wants me...how much he owns me. He dominates my lips as he pushed me more into him. His tongue enters my mouth and I oblige him. His hands caressing my waist, putting my body in a sudden great heat. His kiss became intoxicating... possessive.... addicting..making me want more. He leaves my mouth and attack my neck, trailing kisses along my collarbone... sending shivers down my spine. At that moment, I felt a pang of desire suddenly hits me....I shake my head.

It's not so bad to be nervous though but sometimes she had no idea of what to do. "Alright, tell me all the reasons you think it could never work out between you both," she probed lightly. Kiara shrugged, "Well, for starters, we don't know each other well..." "What's Adam's favorite food?" Shelly asked interrupting her. "Mac and cheese," Kiara scowled upset that she was interrupted. "How does he like his coffee?" She asked again. Kiara laughed, "No not coffee, Adam hates coffee for some weird reason. He prefers tea although he rarely takes either of them."

"Have you lost it? What are you doing?" I gently pushed his hands away and moved to the next ID. Then the next. 100 luxury deliveries in total. The delicacies span from wagyu steak, foie gras, and bluefin to tuna sashimi, each costing $500. Every order carried the same note: [Thank you for your hard work.] Riccardo's voice trembled. "She's gone mad." That night, KeyboardFury posted a smug update: a photo of the lavish lobster next to my note.

—————— Chapter 50 Tamara coughed as her eyes widened in alarm. Shit! She had forgotten that Chelsea knew a lot about her. “Really?” Marcel raised a brow. “I don’t think it’s special,” Tamara tried to play it off. “I know several people who drink their coffee or water with vodka” “Right,” Chelsea conceded but Tamara couldn’t shake the feeling that the balls in Chelsea’s head were rolling. Just then Tamara’s phone beeped again. Another text from Marco.

Probably she was being fed like a cow waiting for market day. Tamara accepted to flow with the wind, allowing karma to take charge hoping her investigator would finish the assignment as fast as possible. She was going to play by her cards and sell out nothing to her jeopardy. She’d come too far to allow sentimentalism to spoil the everlasting joy she was going to have. The man who recreated her was dead, while her transporter to the surgery was also dead. Her determination would see her through to see the woman who suddenly showed much love to her dead too.

KEILAH My heart pounded hard in my chest as Ralph dragged me away. I glanced back at Damien, who stood there watching us, his expression unreadable. When we were far enough from Damien's eyes, Ralph paused and turned to face me. I flinched back, expecting a slap or worse from him, but he just took a few steps back and shifted into his huge sleek black wolf form. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his wolf. So magnificent, big, and so close to me.

He was awake, like the ceiling contained information he intended to figure out personally. “Leon Tamara,” I said quietly, adjusting the blanket around him. “You and me, okay?” --- Five thousand miles away, in the Churchill Sentinel Tower at a floor that never fully went dark, Marcus set a folder on the desk. "Amsterdam was a dead end," he said. "“The K.A. Tamara trail is clean,” Marcus said. “Too clean. Every lookup folds into another privacy wall.”, and the payment routing loops back through a privacy proxy. Someone built that trail to stay clean." He paused. “We’ve been chasing smoke for eight months.”