Ramona Tamburello Novels & Stories

It seemed that she finally became Xander's girlfriend. I wondered if she'd regret dating him once she found out about the truth. "Dana Lombard, you're a cruel and heartless hag! Pearson Group spent so long nurturing your talents, and yet you started your own company with Pearson Group's resources! You really are a backstabbing ingrate!" Ramona wore bright red lipstick and had her hair styled in a tall bun. She gazed at me disdainfully the whole time. "We're confident that we'll be the ones snagging the rights over the plot! You might as well go home and play wet nurse to your children! Oh, I forgot!"

Melissa is still in one of the stalls. "Well well well, who do we have here?" Ramona laughed. "What do you want?" Tamera asked. "You dead, and Dax back in my bed, mated with me." Ramona said. "Even if you killed me, Dax would never forgive you. I'm his true mate, and he would hate you for killing his babies." Tamera sternly said. "Oh, I don't plan on killing his babies, just you. And you are nothing but a filthy human. Not worthy of being his Luna." Ramona laughed.

he whispered. “Enjoying your drink alone?” Ramona interrupted his fond moment. It’s better to share happiness rather than enjoy it all alone. He looked over his shoulder as she walked seductively beside him, pulling the cigarette from his fingers. “Isn’t it strange? A girl wrapped all the men of this house.” Ramona has a piece of news to share with Aslan. “What, girl?” “She is beautiful, another mafia darling, and a doctor, too. Did it ring a bell?” She was beating around the bushes, and Aslan needed to know what was going on in her stupid mind that could ruin his plan.

She said. " How can I sponsor or help my Anna if I can't find a good job" She said. She flagged down a cab and got in, she told the driver her address and he drove away. Romona Wealth is a twenty three years old orphan, whose parents died in gastly accident on their way back from to celebrate their daughter's birthday party. She lives with her best friend Annabel. She's a pretty girl, heart shaped lips, round pretty eyes, long brown curly hair. She's not the busty kind of girl, but she's not flat too. Let's just say she's in-between the two.

Ramona had quickly washed the dishes and came to the living room to see what they were up to. "We wanted to take your pictures." Maha confessed, shyly. She wrung her hands together as she batted her eyelashes cutely. "Oh okay." Dimitri agreed. They set him in a pose and began taking his pictures. With each pose Dimitri made, Ramona's throat itched. She shook her head and questioned why she was reacting that way. Ramona stood up abruptly, distracting the 'photo shoot.' "Uhm, I'm tired and i— i— Uhm, need to sleep early. G-good-night." Ramona stuttered out, scratching her head. She bit her lower lip and excused herself as she scurried out of the room.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

And with him. “You do know how powerful James Cole is. Why would you sabotage us like that?” Ramona argued on the other end as I had picked up her call. “And I actually thought you were professional.” I imagined her rubbing her forehead. Well, I didn’t know how she would react if I told her I did it because he was asking for a four-way. She was a politician, and not to accuse her, but people like her do a lot for power. “I’m sorry. I’m going to fix it.”

Elena corrected as she took the glass from his outstretched hands with unspoken gratitude shining in her eyes. “Tamara?” Marco asked in confusion. “Tamara Carabali. That’s my name. Elena Sanchez Windsor is dead and I’m going to make her demons pay,” Tamara replied as a wide smile spread across her lips.

Connor continues, pointing to the woman standing in front of her. Alexia appears to be the same age as Connor. She has long, reddish hair tied up in a bun on top of her head. She is quite attractive, with gray eyes that are assessing Selene just as much as Selene is evaluating her. She is also tall, though not as tall as her Alpha or Beta. “And this is Brenda, my Delta,” Connor nods towards the woman standing a few steps away from the table. Again, she seems to be the same age as Connor. She has the same curly, reddish hair. Unlike Alexia, Brenda has brown eyes, a pronounced tan, and tattoos on each of her fingers and some on her neck.

Lorenzo started talking to the sommelier about which wines would be served with dinner, and Mom chatted with the Greco Matriarch. I grabbed the menu and forced myself to focus, but I could feel Stephanie staring from right beside me, and it was getting under my skin. Even if I was a Contracted Omega and not Lorenzo’s Luna, I was still at least a little higher on the ladder than her. “Can I suggest the Alaskan king crab and saffron risotto?” Her voice suddenly sounded way too close to my ear. She leaned in toward me, swirling her wine, and her hand almost brushed my thigh.