Mrs Tarantula Novels & Stories

I guess it's not a new thing to say that she was looking extremely hot in the outfit. I couldn't help but hold her hands tight because they might want to make advances towards her. "Tara is here" I heard someone say, and everyone turned around to see her. My heart skipped a beat. Who invited her? How did she know I'd be here? I held Madison's hand tighter than before. It's high time I stand up for what I love, and who I want to be with. "Beautiful Tara... Xeus's daughter. Oh my God! She's putting on the most expensive attire" They chorused.

Tara turned and snapped, “Don’t tell me to calm down. Have you any idea what I’ve been through today? Having to watch that bitch being praised by not only Mr. Tachibana, but the Princeton brothers, too.” Ray looked heavenward. “The Princeton brothers again,” he muttered under his breath. “Shut it,” she said darkly. “It’s none of your business.” Ray did shut it as they headed toward the back of the restaurant. There, they met up with Mrs. Clark, or rather, Tara’s biological mother, Mrs. Byrd, who had supposedly died in the fire that burned down Queen Mary Orphanage on St. Joseph Island some eighteen years ago. Tara came to sit down beside her mother, a dark expression on her face.

"No, not really. Cassandra can cook pretty good though, so it wasn't too bad." "Hey boys," a woman's voice greets us. I turn my attention from Drew to the woman and my eyes land on Tarra, wearing nothing but a red sports bra, tennis shoes, and red yoga pants. I nod, giving her a silent greeting with a small grin, and my eyes scan her lean body. Tarra has always been easy on the eyes, there's a reason for sure she was our Prom Queen, though she's not my type. I'm more of an ass guy and Tarra is sorely lacking in that department.

I mock. “How dare you insult me?” Tarah screeches. “Insult? I am just stating facts here, Tarah! Or do you perhaps have a good explanation as to why you have not given Ray a child for five good years?” I mock the stupid witch who buries her stupid head down. “She will, when the time is right. And even if she never does, I will never accept that bastard of yours as my grandchild so stop this!” Mrs Mazur says. I wonder why they are keeping their voices at bay. Or, yeah. I know. They think they will be lucky to kick me out before Ray notices me. Poor them.

Hearing her call, him 'Dom' and 'Babe' make me feel like someone is tearing my heart into pieces. I am quite aware that I am interested in the man, but my fixation on him is transforming me into a monstrosity little by little. A vicious beast with an insatiable appetite for blood. That’s what I’ve turned into. I have been having thoughts of Mr. Lombardi biting my neck, and I’m scared that one day I might end up biting his. I don’t know why I am convinced that if that man bites my neck, we will be bound forever and that we will be one.

But he only laughed and said, “Manny is gay. He’s also married, so that’s two strikes against your chances with him. He’s good at his job though; he also looks for venomous snakes when he’s out here. Occasionally, eyelash vipers make it over from the mainland. Very deadly. “Snakes don’t bother me, thankfully.” I glanced along the ground as we ran. “I’ve noticed the holes in the ground, but I haven’t seen any snakes.” “Oh, those holes aren’t for snakes,” Joemar replied. He pointed at one in passing. “They’re tarantula holes.” I let out a yelp. “There are tarantulas here?!?” “Oh yeah. All over the place. There’s another hole. Two more there, next to that purple flower.”

Vino, "Thank you so much for Scott Hall's hospitality, I'll leave as soon as I'm done talking in with her," Mrs. Vino smiled and said, "Oh, it's okay. Professor Norma had told me to be careful. Please call me if you need any assistance at Scott Hall." Mrs. Vino saw Vlaire's impatience and restlessness and continued, "Don't worry, she will be well tomorrow and surely after the spider webs have completed their task. She will be a more beautiful woman than she was at first." Mrs. Vino carefully closed the door after leaving, at which point Mrs. Vinlot gently took Hana's hand and asked, "What happened? Why did you come into contact with orthodox dragons?"

It looks like a woman, but she is at least twenty feet tall with eight legs and a round, disgusting spider body. "Oh?" The woman tilts her head, and a shiver slips down my spine when I notice all her teeth are razor sharp. "What do we have here?" I lose the ability to move as I take her in; she is only getting scarier by the minute. The spider lady's skin is purple. Her hair is the same color as cobwebs and her eyes, god her eyes, she got about twenty of them red blinking things focusing their attention on us! Sleepy flies close to whisper in my ear. "Now would be an excellent time to run—Arachne loves to eat smaller creatures than herself,"

For as long as I remember, she invited me to have breakfast together with her siblings. I moved as fast as I could. Wishing to make this morning routine done soon. After a few minutes of battling with bath hygiene stuff and the closet, I hurriedly got my car keys and ran outside the house. "Master Clark! You forgot to take your breakfast!" Mrs. Belen shouted while holding a tray of food. Mrs. Belen is one of our maids in the mansion. I mentally face-palm after hearing it. As far as I know, this maid was a very loyal servant to my mom and she would report that I skipped breakfast today.

Billie studied him for a moment, a puzzled frown on her face. “I don’t get why you’re so upset. Mom and Dad will understand if you put up an old friend for a few weeks. In the meantime, you’ve got exactly what you want. Max told me herself that the dinner thing went really well. In your wildest dreams, you couldn’t have come up with anyone who would be more perfect as a corporate wife than MY BEST FRIEND. Max cooks, she speaks Italian, French and Spanish, she dresses well, has good table manners, no tattoos, weird addictions and fetishes or her own p**n page.” “Saskia was a performance artist.”