Red Tara Novels & Stories

She was dressed in military attire and so were all the men in front of her. “ We will be going to haunt witches. The rule is simple, do not kill anyone. You are allowed to hurt them if they show any sign of resistance but do not kill them. Watch out for unmated females with red hair between the ages of nineteen and twenty five years. We fight!” she shouted. “ We fight for the demon king because we believe in him!!” shouted the men. “Let's go!” she said to them. They filed into their vehicles and drove off.

"Calling it harassment is putting it mildly. You know exactly how despicable your actions were." Talking to him felt beneath me. This man was a beast in a suit. "So, you don't have any proof? Just you wait. I'll sue you for defamation!" Aidan's warning came out in a venomous tone. "Who says there's no proof?" Scarlett appeared in the doorway, leaning on a crutch. One of her legs had been broken by Camila, but it wasn't permanent. With proper care, she could recover completely. She, like Martin, was still young.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

“It’s not worth the risk.” “Hey.” Tara reaches out and pulls me to a gentle stop, deep brown eyes meeting mine. She shakes her head. “I don’t know this woman nor your relationship with her,” she admits. “But I do know that it’s toxic and probably abusive.” She must notice the tears in my eyes because she draws me in for a hug. For a second I resist, but then I let it happen. It’s been a long time since anyone has hugged me like that. “Fuck Sadie,” Tara continues, holding me out at arm’s length as she squeezes my arms. “You’re free of her now, I promise. It’s time to stand up and live your life, girl. Do you understand?” “But I—”

The love bite on her pale, creamy mound as she twisted in his arms, was proof of who owned her, who got to f*ck her every night. In a voice rough with emotion, he growled, ‘Woman, we are doing everything…’ She interrupted him, her face turning even paler if such a thing was possible ‘Ria? She does not know, does she?’ * Tara She was gazing at the screen, her palms sweating in excitement. The person she had been chatting with had come on F******k and sent her an invite, which was immediately accepted by Maddie on Tara’s behalf. Tara had an account that she had rarely used; just to gawk at the football star she crushed on. But that was it.

Ava felt a bit nervous about Daniel's request, but she knew it was important for the company and their future together. "Yes, I'll do my best," she responded with determination. Daniel smiled and hugged her, feeling proud of Ava's attitude. Time passed quickly as Ava continued to learn about etiquette and manners in her new world of luxury and glamour. Despite some difficulties and awkward moments, she began to feel more comfortable and confident. Finally, the dinner date arrived. Ava followed Miss Franklin's suggestions and carefully chose a suitable dress for the occasion. After some consideration, she opted for an intense red evening gown. It was long and form-fitting, with a vibrant, dee

“Why on earth did you risk your life?!” Amarok’s voice boomed across the quiet tent as Tara sat between her sisters, changing into something more comfortable. Her old clothes—torn, blood-stained were now stuffed in a corner. Vera had helped her slip into a soft floral gown, the hem brushing her thighs, her hair let down in soft waves over her shoulders. Tara didn’t look at him at first. But Amarok was already pacing in the far corner, fists clenched at his sides, the muscle in his jaw ticking hard.

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.”

I tugged at her arm, but she pulled free of my grip, determination blazing in her eyes. “Mia, I need to do this. Stay here.” She crawled out, stood up, and without hesitation, fired at the men in black suits, taking them down one by one. Then, she turned her focus on the girl who wore the same face as Xanthe, her love. “Ruby, are you alright?” the girl with doe eyes asked, concern lining her features. Ruby? I froze. Why was she calling herself Ruby? I ducked, shielding my head, as the final shots rang out. Silence fell, and I hesitantly peeked around the table. Lifeless bodies were scattered across the floor.

'Tara later called Rachel, “hello baby girl” Rachel responded, “You people need to be very careful because Tolu is a street guy, and I won't be surprised If he set you up over there” 'Tara said, “what do you mean?“ Rachel asked, “what you people are doing could spoil this job, and I have suffered for this job, and this job is paying any moment from now” 'Tara says, “and you are endangering my life here, they were brothers, and they share pieces of information