Novel & Cerita Lady Tamayo

Lady Evelyn and Lady Tamara look just like younger and older versions of each other, except that Lady Tamara has the same hazel eyes as Xander, and Lady Evelyn doesn't. They're wearing identical expressions of anger too. "Xander," Lady Evelyn yells, "how dare you bring shame to the Alpha lineage?" "It's a pleasure to see you too, mother," Xander replies drily. I don't know how he can remain so calm. These women are so intimidating that I'm trembling just from being in their presence. Then again, he's the Alpha. "It was bad enough that you've let this Omega deceive you," Lady Tamara spits out the word 'Omega' like it's poison, turning to glare at me. It takes everything in me not to shrink. "

Wouldn’t he be made a cuckold? Tammy felt someone looking at her, and jumped off the male host’s body. She walked toward Yvonne and Rosalie, her heels clicking on the floor. She was tall and heavily made-up, a truly stunning woman indeed. Rosalie could tell that she was beautiful even without make-up. “Hello, Vonnie. Wanna join us?” Tammy asked with a smile. “No thanks,” Yvonne replied to her with a smile. “I’m just here to take a look. Oh, yes. This is my friend.”

Regaining some composure after a pause, she avouched, "My husband does not believe in marking a woman especially since I wasn't good enough for him." “Then who the hell are you?” Amoy demanded from the back. The question was on everyone’s tongue. Who was this actress before us? Was she innocent or guilty of something? “My real name is Tamira Ramos and she’s also dead because I needed to disappear.” Semani stands and goes to Forbes, who gently pushes her away, turning his back. Her words rushed over themselves as though she had long wanted to get the dark secret into the light of day. “They created two dead versions of me so that when he comes hunting me, he would give up before he is success

Slowly, she opened it. The message contained only one photograph. Nothing else. No explanation. No words. Just a photograph. Tayla’s blood turned to ice. Because the picture showed Damian. And a woman. Standing together. Outside the very apartment she had visited today. The phone nearly slipped from her hand. “No…” The whisper barely escaped her lips. Her heart raced violently. Her breathing became uneven. The image blurred through sudden tears. The woman was beautiful. Young. Elegant. Standing close to Damian.

As Kira approached her, the woman moved. “My lord,” the woman crooned and Kira’s heart stop with a jolt. It was Tamara. She was not the same vivacious, beautiful girl, but someone who had aged hundreds of years in a short span. She had very thin face, her eyes were sunk and her clothes were dangling from her frame like she was a mere skeleton. “My lord,” Tamara spoke again as she lifted her hand in her direction. “Tamara?” Kira spoke in a whisper. Tamara’s sunken face was suddenly filled with malice.

*Where the fuck is she? He gets up but falls back and rub his eyes... he's suddenly feeling dizzy and having blurry vision. *Bloody hell.. what is happening!* His eyes falls on the champagne... he bangs the table. *It's fucking spiked!* He tries to get up but falls again. *Shit!* The door snaps open... Andre saw a shadow on the floor, he raised his head and saw a figure. A female figure... standing by the door in nothing but a red lingerie. He squirts his eyes and take a closer look... he rubs his eyes to help his blurry vision.

What are you doing to me, Tamara? Throughout the ride, I found it so difficult to keep my eyes to myself. And sincerely, I wanted to, I really wanted to take my eyes away; not even after she discovered my eyes were boring holes into her entire body. I noticed she had become uneasy with my longer than usual stares, yet I couldn't get my eyes off her, not when she was lqqooking so beautiful. Her face was make up free, still, she's the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. She was just wearing a simple flowery yellow gown, her silky black long hair were brushed down her shoulder to her back. She's definitely the real definition of a pure beauty.

I'd sent my spy to gather information about The Lord of the Rings, and I was delivered the most shocking news of my life. Camilla, the Lord of the Rings' boss, has died, and the newly appointed boss has been given to Cynthia De'Lacruz, also known as the Queen of Mafia. Everything now dawns on me the reason for her changes. It must be a hard phrase to pass through for her, I'm sure this is the time she will need me the most, now that she's passing through emotional challenges.

He nooded positively, turned on the car's engine again and drove off. I took a glance at the lady. She had a sculpted figure which was twine - thinned. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. She had a brown eyes and her red hair tumbled over her shoulders. A pair of archered eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Such a beautiful lady, the universe must be happy with me today.I can't wait to get in between those legs of hers.. "What's your name?" "I'm Nina sir" A set of dazzling angel-white teeth gleamed as she spoke.

Chapter 6 The Golden Boy. Lyla Atelo. My nerves were frayed from the tension in class today. The stranger had just surprised me over and over again. And what had happened to the boy from earlier? Clear out his lockers? Was he being expelled? "Are you Lyla?" A tall and slim woman called me from the corridor. She held books in her hands the same way I held mine, and I quickly assumed that she was also a teacher. My fellow colleague in this profession. Immediately, all my worries were thrown into a closet as I felt giddy with excitement.