Lady Tamayo Novels & Stories

I felt small compared to them but I didn’t remember seeing them at the engagement. “mother, father” Roman said stepping slightly away from me. “this is Camila Santiago” Mr. Romero put out his hand and I shook it softly. Mrs. Romero kissed my cheek gently and gave me a wide grin. “very pretty, quite the lady” Mrs. Romero said as we took our seat. “thank you, Mrs. Romero” I replied. She shook her head slowly. “call me Judith and he is Thomas” I nodded slowly. The waiter came to take our order for drinks. They all ordered wine while I resorted to juice.

I ordered though half of my heart was in Havana. And there came one of my palace maid running, panting and wailing heavily with terror written all over her face. Oh damn, goddess please take me now. From her expression one could see that there was fire on the mountain. It looked like a volcano erupted on her face. That isn't supposed to be funny. "My Lord!." She called with a teary voice, there's only so much i can take. "What's going on? What is it?." I asked hurriedly.

Sofia almost not played it well good thing he turned to see the other side of the street before it was too late for her. "Good day too Ms.Figueras.I am thanking you for assuring my sister yesterday i really appreciate it.However the thing that you were asking me which is your phone.I am sorry but i forget it on our home.If it is okay with you i can run to get if for you" Sofia turn to look at the time .She only has five minutes before the time completely goes to 7:00 o'clock.She will be late as per her own definition of late ,just because of a phone.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

the lady said with giggles and Emiliano smiled faintly as he shoved the books inside her little cabinet just as someone pushed him from behind "Ella I don't see why you keep excusing us like this"he heard a melodious soft voice speak and beside her saw the beauty he fell in love with at first sight "Hey Tara, I see you too didn't bring the books on time"the lady shifted her attention to the beautiful girl Emiliano had ever seen, from her milky skin to her curly brown her and her smile, she was dressed in a denim shirt dress reaching just above her knees and at first glance Emiliano knew she was no ordinary girl

You're my husband,"she added. "I told you clearly that I am not interested in you, we're together for Noir so stop the crocodile tears"Kenzie muttered and left her. "You'll pay, Kenzie, you'll pay"Rihanna said inwardly and clenched his fist. *WILSON'S MANSION* Tamara jumped inside the cellar, she hummed as she poured a glass of wine for herself. "What are we celebrating?"Rosy asked. "Cheers to the downfall of Leonardo"Tamara said,her eyes glistening with joy.

The transformation called for her to be sick as the venom would try to take over, but her body would try to fight it off like any other disease. “Yes. Can you let me go now so I can return back home and-” Tammy was cut off as he bit down onto her left shoulder instead of on her neck. Tammy cried out in pain, and saw images she didn’t understand. A woman with two different shades of eye color… a big man wearing a suit looking disturbed… two crying infants, and then toddlers chasing each other…

The chaperone answers with a trembling voice. The woman approaches Astrid slowly, her steps so light and inaudible that she seems to be floating. Once face to face, the two women look at each other. "How dare you, girl? Bow your head in front of Lady Tamara!" One eunuch shots at Astrid. "No need." Lady Tamara answers. "You can't expect them to know the rules of the court. They are northeners after all." She smiles at Astrid and although her words stung a bit, she does seem... almost kind.

He slid the card in, opened the door, and stepped inside like he lived there. Tamara, 24-year-old blondie young woman already waiting, curled up on the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her signature red lipstick. Her phone was in her hand, but the moment she saw him, she tossed it aside. “Took you long enough,” she said with a smirk, stretching lazily like a cat. Rumero shut the door behind him, loosened his shirt buttons, and walked toward her. “Had to deal with Natasha first. She swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.”