Mrs Tarantula Novels & Stories

Miss grumpy verbalized, her voice weaving a little as she tried to process what she just ascertained. “The Alpha is married, what don’t you understand Martina ” the grey-white hair woman stepped forward and took Scarlet’s hand, putting her up on her feet and enclosing her in an embrace, catching Scarlet off by her bold actions. She pulled away and smiled at the Omega wolf. “You can call me Ms. Elena” She turned to the others and pointed one by one introducing them to Scarlet as she would be their new boss from now on. “I hope you feel home with us” Mrs. Page beamed at Scarlet, who nodded. Seemed like everyone was nice except miss grumpy, who was shuddering.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

This is definitely a welcome change. “Excuse me” a firm and husky voice pulled us from the last of our breakfast. I spun around and looked up at the woman. She had smooth caramel skin with dark eyes and short dark hair. Like the Alpha, she too had a tribal tattoo on her chin. Only this woman was twice the size, huge. For a she-wolf, she is massive. “Alpha wishes for you to join her” the woman told us, not asking but telling us.

All the lights cut out entirely. I tensed, reaching for Portia’s hand in the darkness. A second later, a single spotlight cut across the front of the sweeping spiral staircase. A woman in a full-face ornate black mask and black gown descended slowly. Mrs Reynolds stepped forward, beaming. ‘Ladies, I’m delighted to present our honoured guest this evening. Madam Tarot needs no introduction. She’s been invited to royal events and has once had an audience with…’

It felt straight out of a thriller novel - but also terrifyingly doable. Up front, Mrs. Thornton raised her voice, addressing the mysterious woman now known as the Tarot Lady, rallying the crowd. "Madam Tarot," she said, stressing the words with a hint of mockery, "you claim to see past our masks, into past lives, inner fears, secrets. Sounds impressive - but I have my doubts. Why don't you show us what you've got? Pick anyone here... any lady of your choosing." A low murmur passed through the room. So she was just some fortune-teller? The bone-chilling atmosphere broke a little, shifting into nervous excitement - something halfway between spooked and entertained.

She watched as Enzo hesitantly picked up Don's suit jacked from the floor, carefully keeping it on her, covering her exposed thighs, making sure don did not take an offense. "What happened?" Tara watched in horror as she felt the dangerous vibration in his chest flaring across her being. But the question wasn't for her. Tara turned her gaze as Venetia stood slightly behind Mrs. Frantino, taking a refugee behind the only woman that could save her. She didn't miss the slight shiver of her legs, as if it was her who was pushed inside the pool full of cold water. Mrs. Maria didn't look scared to the least. Rather she looked more dangerous than she ever had, realising how the little woman was alr

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

It just occurred to me that I was the one asking him questions all this time without revealing any truths of myself to him. “She helped me come back from the dead.” “If she helped you come back,” Mrs. Tara started, "then she knows that you are…” “…a werewolf, yes.” “I’m sorry but I can’t have that.” Mrs. Tara removed her glasses. She was a status-quo woman with a regal presence, her tall frame commanding attention without demanding it. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, framing her heart shaped face and bright, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul.

Tara smiled at the off white cotton saree which had golden borders . "It'll work!" Mira quickly changed her clothes and Tara led her downstairs. "I am not in the mood for drama" Mira whined. "I am on my periods!" "Mira and drama go hand in hand..." Tara chuckled while dragging her downstairs. "I really want to see how the old woman reacts!"

“Then, was Cecelia bothering you yesterday? Is that why she is gone? Don't you know she is your colleague's favourite teacher? Why would you…?” “I have never spoken to Mrs. Cecelia before. Never had her classes, nor come across her before. If anything has happened to your teacher friend, speak with Michelle. She handles all of that.” “Are you guys talking about Mrs. Cecelia?” A fake nasal voice reached my ears and I recognized it instantly as Sara's voice. Come to think of it. When was the last time I saw her? She was scarce these days. I first looked at the scar on her head, grateful that it was healing.