Phoebe Tomlinson Novels & Stories

I explain. "Oh cool, I had a huge crush on Mason few years back he wasn't into me and you know Mason and his many women." Phoebe says and I feel a sudden pain in my chest but I fake a smile anyway. "So what brings you to Geneva?" She asks as Luke joins us back at the table. "I'm assembling a new research team for a new stem cell research." I explain. "Cool, you're young, absolutely gorgeous and also a brain box. You're perfect Alexis." Phoebe says with a smile and I blush.

But Jax is slowly being changed by a girl named Phoebe this is interesting, a little girl can tame a monster, Louis William doesn't know how Phoebe did it but just through a few The rumor also got him interested in Phoebe. Louis William ordered the hunter Phoebe Robert to be transferred to his side to work on an equal basis with Chad, which is entirely possible since Phoebe is now qualified to become a professional and very experienced Vampire hunter. Experience in hunting Vampires, her natural ability to be noticed by the Leader is completely normal, no one has an opinion.

Phoebe thought to herself. "You're too modest, Phoebe. Let me tell you an astonishing secret. Phoebe is the girlfriend of the CEO of the Godoy Group. The CEO divorced his wife for her. I'm sure everyone has seen the news." Melissa looked complacent. Such a friend could make her proud. Phoebe smiled awkwardly and listened to their compliments. "No wonder she is so beautiful. She looks different."

A canary like voice rang out, a slender woman in her 40s wearing an elegant burgundy dress and heels showing her well pedicured toes walked towards them. It was Phoebe, Ethan’s mother and wife of the current CEO of McQueen group. “I heard you got into an accident and was worried” she cooed, her eyes glinting with fake concern. “But seeing as you are fine and already working hard at drawing attention to yourself …I must say, its very unbecoming” Phoebe turned her attention to the crowd that had gathered, “I apologise on behalf of McQueen, please, by all means, excuse us and enjoy the exhibition”

ZLLIOT “You look like you’re attending a funeral, Zli. Loosen the tie before you cut off the oxygen to your brain.” I catch Phoebe’s reflection in the hallway mirror of our Brooklyn brownstone. She’s leaning against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other, her afro puffs framed by the soft morning light. In her oversized Harvard med sweatshirt and glasses, she looks like any other postgraduate student—which is exactly why she’s the perfect deep-cover asset for the Camelot Financial Crimes Unit.

She was in her engineering overalls, holding a massive stack of schematics, and she clearly knew Julian, because her eyes darted between the two of them with immense satisfaction. "Structurally speaking, this explains the entire timeline!" Phoebe yabbed, completely ignoring Caelith’s defensive posture as she stepped right into their space. "Julian, I didn't know you knew her! Caelith, I have to say, your boyfriend is genuinely so cute. Like, biologically speaking, his facial symmetry is fantastic." Caelith’s face flushed hot. "Phoebe, stop, he's not my boyfriend. We're just—"

If she did know everything, she would've helped me annihilate that bitch. "She is engaged to Dario, although we all know he likes dick more than pussy." Phoebe shakes her head. "Anyway, you slept fucking long and there's a photographer out there. I'm here to do some fairy dust." "A photographer for what?" I only signed up to take pictures tomorrow. "Girl." Phoebe shakes her head. "You're gonna kill your fucking man." "I don't like the sound of that." I sit down at the beautiful dressing table so that Phoebe can do her magic.

"Tabitha, not everyone in this world is fortunate enough to be born with a silver spoon in their mouth, like you and me. It's not that people from less privileged backgrounds aren't good, but because they've faced adversity and tasted the bitterness of life from a young age, they're willing to do whatever it takes to rise above it. This is their one shot at transforming their own lives, their family's future, and even the destiny of their descendants. Naturally, she's going to seize any opportunity in Ambrose." "Phoebe had a poor background?" "Yes. She was an omega, so she had a natural ability to read the room. Maybe she didn't truly love Ambrose, but she played the role of a frail, pitiful

Phoebe stepped out of a cab, dressed in a sleek black short gown, her head and half her face shrouded in a black veil. She paid the driver with cash and glanced around nervously before hurrying into the ground floor of Maximo Company. As she entered, she swiftly removed the veil from her face and approached a female staff member exiting the elevator. "Good day." She greeted, her voice smooth. The staff member, Davina, nodded slightly. "Good day, ma'am," she replied, asking, "how can I help you, please?"

He had full brown hair and a pair of sharp green eyes that checked out Kate’s bosom as his father had done earlier. Phoebe eventually came to greet Kate and Tony. She looked glamorous in a ruched taffeta burnt orange dress that matched her red hair. Her diamond jewelry sparkled against her flawless porcelain skin. “Wow, you look stunning,” she told Kate warmly. “It’s so good to see you again.” “Thank you, Phoebe. I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch with you after that day you came to the house,” said Kate. “I forgot to take your number.”