Lady Tamayo Novels & Stories

No one's gonna find out that she was here. "Jes if you get caught than I don't know you, and you don't know me... Okay?" Maddy whisper yelled at her. God! He's such a pussy... Okay she knew what they were doing was against the rules but who cares! Right..? After all, it was their last night together... Currently, Jes was carrying food in the spherical shaped foam board which was attached to her tummy under her t-shirt and a large hoodie. It was Maddy's idea to sneak food in the theater but now the bastard was freaking out.

fuck, she should have taken those Italian classes from that geek sharing the flyer back in college. “What’s the feedback from Mexico?” Lucian asked, dragging on the cigar. Domenico finally tore his eyes away from Aria, he picked up a black case that was on the ground and placed it on the table. Peeling off his gloves, he pressed the latch and it snapped open. A wave of nausea suddenly washed over Aria, her throat got drier yet bile still threatened to tear through her lungs. Her hands held her belly to control herself as she staggered back,

Upon arrival, she ran to Xyla’s ward, pushing the door open without knocking. Xyla was still sleeping soundly with Sharon Lindt accompanying her nearby, her eyes still reddened from crying earlier. Sharon was shocked when she saw the maid. “Who are you?” The maid rubbed her tears away and quickly stepped forward. “My name is Maryam Dowse, and I’m a maid from the Quest family. I’m here to tell Ms. Quest something. Could you please wake her up?” “What do you want to tell her?” Sharon asked. “Mr. Quest-Mr. Quest…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as despair overflowed from her.

I stopped myself from laughing at my friends. They helped themselves to the champagne flute, realising that their reason for coming and signing up for the polo tournament was defeated, A woman was introduced as the Lady of the north, a position Tamia would soon occupy. I figured she was the wife of the former Lord and Sylvester's mother. She looked young and pretty, but her eyes showed her age. People cheered and greeted her respectfully. It was evident that everyone loved her. She went to sit at the table, and I knew Tamia and Sylvester would enter. I did not know how I would feel when I saw her again.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

“I just came over to say hi.” She tilted her head gently, her sharp eyes fixing onto Isadora. Isadora stared back, her brows pulling together in a tight knot. In Isadora’s eyes, you could see clearly that she was frantically digging through her memory, trying to fathom where exactly she had seen this beautiful, hostile face before. Just as the memory finally settled…the mall, the blue dress, the cruel insults…Tamara spoke up before Isadora could say a word. “Here...” Tamara said, holding out a glass toward Isadora. “This is my token of apology.”

i smile remembering my mother's words, I missed her like crazy my father too. I lift the trapdoor as quietly as possible, knowing there is a vampire, a known light sleeper, sleeping in the next room. The door reveals a flight of stairs leading to a basement. who the hell needs a basement out here? I can smell tobacco and rum, the same smell from near the lake that I mistook for my mate. Slowly and carefully I descend the steep staircase and look around, there is cages on each side of an aisle leading to a heavy, closed door with a small window for passing food through on it, what the hell is going on here? I think to myself as I force my legs forward toward the door.

‘Aurora darling, will you do me the favour, and say yes to being my wife? ‘Yes!’ I blurted out. ‘I will be your wife, Pete.’ He smiled, put the ring on my fourth finger, stood up slowly, and then, we kissed. I wasn’t bothered by how my face looked after the festival of tears. Neither was I perturbed about the cameramen that suddenly rounded us up and captured our moments including the remains of my once-upon-a-time beautiful makeover.

When I get to the third floor I knock on the door and Tammy opens the door. Tammy is half-naked. “Raphael?” - she says sounding surprised “Get dressed. Let’s go” “No. I am not going, you can’t make me” “Are you sure about that?” - I say looking down on her. “Raphael please” - she says “Get your move on, I am not saying again” “She said she doesn’t want to go” - I hear a Spanish accent so I open the door to see a man standing near her sofa.