Red Tara Novels & Stories

'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

"Not a whore...like you" The red haired had had the audacity to question why don's whore was of so importance. Tara hadn't been able to gulp the insult in silence when she could retort with the freshly formed curse on the tip of her tongue, and so she had let it out. Tara's words settled in thick air like dead fish in river, lingering for seconds as the silence gravely spread.

"I will remain alive, Iwaoka." Iwaoka stopped attacking and stood still to look at her with a questioning look. Tara held up her bloody hand, blood that came from her and her enemies. She clenched it tightly and grinned. "I am worth a thousand men." Iwaoka nodded in agreement. "We are. And we will witness many generations of Blood Stars to come."

I shouted, pointing toward the dumbasses who were hell-bent on recording the final moments of their lives. Alexander was already charging after them. “Get back inside!” he bellowed. “This isn’t a damn storm-chasing documentary!” Two of our guards followed him, dragging a guy back in by the scruff of his neck. Tara stood with her eyes closed, trembling, not from fear. She was still trying to stop the storm, or at least divert it. I wrapped my arms around her, shielding her from the noise, the stares as some sensed the sudden spike in her aura. Her power was leaking, visible now as little flickers of light skimming over her skin.

Tara sees her too, giving her a cold stare and quickly glancing away. She shrugs off her Burberry coat to a maid, exposing a tight red dress hugging her curvy body and showing too much of her cleavage. Her wavy hair is swept to one side. Sparkingly earrings adorn her beautiful and haughty face. Red lips and high heels. She really dresses to kill. Mia suddenly feels like a maid in the simple blue dress she chose. Grabbing a glass of wine from the tray a waiter is holding, Tara pulls her face into a sweet smile and sways to the crowd of male lawyers.

The path bent into the edge of Primrose Park—and the canopy moved. Tara spun, finger tight on the trigger. Growls layered, closer. “It’s not safe,” she said, voice spider-thin. “It’s not safe around here!” Zak took her shoulders. “Look at me. Breathe. You’re okay.” Jake nodded up-trail. “Fastest cut to Cremorne. I used this to get to Redlands. Trust me—it’s a shortcut.” Linda slid in beside Tara. “Can you do this?”

Name: Tara Age: 15 Sexually active Appearance: sexy Personality: Slutty Due to the target not being a virgin, the host has 3 months to have sex with the target. Penalty for failure: (hidden until ready to be received) My heart pumped hard against my chest at the notification. Did the freaking system just give me another mission when I'm still dealing with the aftermath of the previous one??? What the fuck!!

Leo remained seated next to Nina the entire time, his cold gaze fixed on Tara, making his stance abundantly clear. The frustration in Tara’s chest was suffocating. She stood up and went to the restroom. Her elbows and palms were scraped raw from her fall on the stairs. As she cleaned them, the pain was so sharp she couldn’t stop herself from trembling. Her hair, neck, and white T-shirt were all smeared with bright red paint. No amount of scrubbing could get it off, leaving her looking a complete mess. Just as she was rinsing her hands, Nina walked in. She pushed open each stall door to ensure they were alone before stepping to the sink to wash her hands.

“If I get murdered here, I want you to know I’ll be furious.” “I’ll write that on your memorial.” “That’s romance.” Inside, the place smelled like cheap alcohol, perfume, sweat, and whatever candles someone had lit in a doomed attempt to make any of that less obvious. The living room had been rearranged badly to make more space, and the kitchen was already packed shoulder to shoulder. Tara appeared almost immediately, because of course she did, wearing ripped jeans, a cropped top, and an expression of triumph. “You came,” she said, pointing at me like she’d summoned me by ritual.

No doubt about it, Tara hates Ryan and also not to forget Ryan only wants to accomplish his lust and victory over her for his ego…. But destiny…! It's their fate that these two are now standing in front of each other… With Hate…! Desired…!... and Intense feelings..! What destiny hides for both?... Will they both be ready to face that...???? Tara takes a deep breath, closing her eyes before entering, she asked herself, "I know this very well… What am I going to do!!!...No matter what happens…! No matter what the reason…! No one has the right to do wrong to someone else…", with a whiff, she opened her eyes with assurance and stepped ahead.