روايات وقصص ضمن Red Tara

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

“There’s something about you, you remind me of someone I once knew. Long ago, in Hasteria.” Tara was shocked, did the prince know her mother Teresa. What should she say? No she can't trust anyone so easily, she will try and find a way to talk to him in secret about Hasteria and her but now she needs to play it cool. She also noticed that only her and prince William had red hairs in the room, and he's the only person until now who has red hair apart from her and Teresa. Tara kept her composure, though inside she felt her heart quicken. “Perhaps you mistake me, your highness. I have never been to Hasteria.”

Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

I asked. “It is Mrs., Ma’am,” she replied politely. “Okay, nice to meet you, Mrs. Macall,” I said with a smile and turned to the other red-haired maid. “Let me guess, you are related?” I asked. “Yes, how did you know?” she asked excitedly. “The red hair,” I said simply. “And you are?” “My name is Tara, madam,” she said. “I was born here, and I am thirty years old.” She paused. “And I am single.”

Red thinks they went to Valhalla. Naomi goes quiet. Then, softly: I’m sorry, Nate. I know this is hard. On all of you. But we’re at the gates of Valhalla. Come here. We’ll make a plan. Maybe we can find a way to reach those in Tartarus. No! I’m not leaving without Nyx! Nathan snaps. And I know that look on his face. Years of training him taught me what it means: he’s made up his mind, and nothing will change it.

For crying out loud Tarloh, you know . "What I 'know' is that you're angry and taking this really personally. You chewed out your own brother for going vigilante, so don't make the same mistake he did." Red looked like she was going to say something, but Tarloh cut her off. "No, and that's final. Go out again tomorrow when everyone is rested and you've calmed down." Red stormed off, clenching her fists, and the crowd of people parted to let her pass. No one in his or her right mind fucked with Red when she was in that kind of mood.

I shrugged. "Whats her wolf like?" Emmett asked. "Majestic." I sighed. "Her name is Tara. She's pure white with a slight blue glow, almost like the moon. She bares the moon Goddesses descendant mark and the purple fur mark of the royals." I explained.

“Silver Claw, Red Fang—prepare for a new threat! We’ve won one war, but another’s coming. We’ll face it as one!” The packs howled, their voices a chorus of unity, a promise of strength, a vow to fight for the peace they’d built. Tara stepped forward, her red hair glinting, her freckled face set in a scowl, but her green eyes were fierce, her voice sharp. “If there’s another fight, I’m in,” she said, her claws extending with a soft snick, her loyalty to Kevin and Sam a steady anchor. “But I’m not dying for some ancient prophecy, Lykos. You better have a plan.” Sam’s lips twitched, a smirk breaking through her tension, her green eyes dancing with mischief as she turned to Tara, her voice light