Phoebe Tomlinson Novels & Stories

She rammed a pawn into the board. Marcus was removing her queen. That night, I sat alone in the study reviewing the reports the driver provided. Names connected to Terra. Small contractors. Tech specialists. A private investigator she hired weeks ago. She had been planning something larger. Something beyond rumors. Phoebe entered quietly and dropped onto the couch. “She’s obsessed,” she said. “Yes.” Phoebe hesitated. “Does that scare you?” I thought about it. “No,” I said finally. “It makes her predictable.”

She’s the ring leader to our circus acts, spouting demands but never really caring. Addison trails behind me. I can hear her slippered feet shuffle across the floor. We’re halfway to our confinement cells when I hear a familiar chuckle. Phoebe. One of the first girls to get discarded. She’s just as heartless and cruel as Winston, but then again it isn’t the easiest to develop pleasant feelings or behaviors when there is no example to draw from.

Instead of ordering, John looked blankly at the two and asked, "How did the investigation go?" "Phoebe James, 30, is a partner at TO Atelier—mainly focused on custom-made rings. Here's their website." As he spoke, Wes turned on the tablet and handed it over. His long fingers swiped randomly before turning off the tablet. "What about the man?" "The man's last name is Hemsworth. He's probably not anyone famous." After a long pause, he frowned and asked, "Wes, do you think she's Olivia?"

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

He unlocked it and turned the knob. Phoebe stood before him, a slight young woman of no more than twenty-two years of age. Her long, chocolate-brown hair was pulled back in a pony-tail, showing off her bruised face, her right eye and bottom lip fat and swollen. Her left arm was in a sling, while her right arm hugged her ribs protectively. Gabriel cursed inwardly, but showed her a pleasant smile.

the woman said. The phone had just beeped, Phoebe checked it and stood to leave. “It was my friend, I’ll have to leave now,” she waved the woman goodbye and walked away, she got to a point and stopped, she had forgotten to introduce herself to the woman, but when she turned, the woman was gone. ******* The door to the pub was widely opened, 'Meet your spouse' what was she expecting. She searched everywhere with the corners of her eyes, finally it met Sloane's, she was dressed in her best boyfriend jean and a slim t-shirt.

Phoebe sauntered over swinging her hips. Her long tan legs carried her gracefully, leaving me wondering why she didn't pursue modelling seeing she was a stunning five feet ten inches tall. Phoebe's thick brown curls rested on her shoulders effortlessly and every strand of hair stayed perfectly in place. She pursed her glittery pink lips and toyed mindlessly with the numerous rings she wore on her fingers. The girl also had a thing for body piercings as well as she sported multiple ear piercings and a small heart tattooed on the inside of her arm.

Normally, Phoebe was quite polite to any other heiresses she met. But that was only if they treated Summer well. "What's wrong, Ms. Turner?" Phoebe asked casually. "Future husband? Are you talking about Mason?" Cynthia asked. Phoebe replied, "I was just speaking casually. Of course, Mr. Hunt is an outstanding man, so that's not out of the question. I've worked as a housekeeper all my life, and I've seen all sorts of people. It's obvious to me that Mr. Hunt likes Ms. Hartford."

Blaze – I’m here Phoebe – Be down in 5 minutes One of the best things I liked about Phoebe was that she’s always on time and also that she never strays away from her words. I watch her walking towards my car with the moonlight illuminating her beautiful face. Her brown hair fell in soft waves behind her back and bounced with each steps. She was wearing a cowl neck beige satin cami top with short black skirt wrapping it all up with a black lace shawl.