Sweet Triumph: Tamara's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something about her made me feel warm, as if I had seen her somewhere before. She slowly approached me and, without hesitation, I crawled backward until my back was against the wall. "Who are you?" I stuttered. The lady stretched out her hand, her smile never wavering for once. "My name is Tamara," she said. I eyed her weirdly and that was enough for her to get the hint. She cleared her throat and placed her hands behind her back. "How are you feeling?" she asked. I could sense sincerity in her tone, but I reminded myself that she was not to be trusted. No one was. Everyone in the Moon Tribe pack had automatically become my enemies.

she said, leaning in for a brief, tender kiss that felt like a moment of peace in the chaos. “I’m so grateful I found you, Tamara,” I whispered, her bright smile lighting up the room. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I swear I’ll take care of you.” I winked, lifting her gently onto my desk. “So, what do you say? Here, or somewhere no one will hear your screams?” Tamara gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Axel!” she scolded, playfully swatting my arm as laughter bubbled out. Her eyes darted around the room, as if someone might burst in at any moment.

Her pulse stayed even as the final transfer bar filled, then vanished. “Done,” Naomi breathed softly, barely moving her lips. Chipo responded instantly. “Confirmed. Tamara, disengage now.” Tamara tilted her head immediately, letting disappointment touch her expression. “I have to go,” she said gently as Victor frowned. “So soon,” he replied, reaching for her hand. “At least your number.” Tamara withdrew just enough to keep control, then smiled. “A card,” she said instead. Victor chuckled, relieved, fishing one from his pocket and handing it to her. “Of course.”

The items would be used after the mating, during which Tamara would officially become the Luna. As the crowd gathered, the concoction pain reliever Tamara had been given earlier before the shower and began setting in. It didn't completely rid the pain, but it dampened it to some extend. So much so that she was able to get into the bathtub with the help of the women.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

I hoped I wasn’t making a mistake with my revenge against Kenneth, I thought to myself. "Hello? Hello?" Silver’s voice from the other end dragged me back to reality. "Silver, can you give me your location?" I checked the time—it was already 7:35 p.m., but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be free from this doubt. I didn’t want to shatter myself a second time. "Darling, do you really want to come?" Silver asked. "Yes, I do." She sent the location. I stepped out of the mansion and hailed a taxi. As soon as I stepped in, I spotted them in a corner—Tasha was smiling and sipping some wine. I went to a safe, hidden place close to them to hear their conversation.

Tamara wants Allison Carter dead, but doing it herself would mean crossing Xander, and she can't risk that. So she's trying to use me. Just like I used Amy Becker. Reaching out, I accept the pouch, and Tamara smiles. I hide my own smile. She might think she holds the strings, but two can play this game. And I have no intention of being the scapegoat.

She said,her voice cracking in the process. "Mara.. "I bet you don't know how it feels, I never got anything from him and he gave Irma luckily. I wish he gets a brutal death for everything he did to me, you and Irma. To hell with him" Tamara snapped. "Wow,so touching,"Leonardo grinned and Tamara turned to glance at him. Rosy stood behind her quietly. "The senseless one is here"Tamara smirked. "You can still plead with me and I'll just love you, yunno"Leonardo said.

"This card echoes the wheel of fortune. Good luck will return to you soon and give you a 'rebirth.' At the same time, you will reconcile with your old flame, which refers to the man you still love. You and he will end up together." The moment Barbara finished speaking, Larissa got up and left without looking back. "Hey!" shouted Wendy, and she quickly paid Barbara, then chased after Larissa. "What the matter?" asked Wendy. Larissa snorted and said, "I don't want to stay another moment longer at a scammer's shop."

Probably she was being fed like a cow waiting for market day. Tamara accepted to flow with the wind, allowing karma to take charge hoping her investigator would finish the assignment as fast as possible. She was going to play by her cards and sell out nothing to her jeopardy. She’d come too far to allow sentimentalism to spoil the everlasting joy she was going to have. The man who recreated her was dead, while her transporter to the surgery was also dead. Her determination would see her through to see the woman who suddenly showed much love to her dead too.