Tabi Novels & Stories

Gabriel placed the brass tab on the table at last, and every conversation in the room bent toward it. Under the study lamp, it looked older than it had on the riverbank. Not jewelry. Not simple key. A claim marker, as Sabine had called it before the ice broke. Julien leaned over it. “Registry code matches the diocesan transfer pattern from Maud’s packet.” Maud, wrapped in a shawl and looking more alive now that she had soup and an audience, nodded once. “It’s a retrieval tab,” she said. “Not the pendant itself. Part of the secondary handoff route.”

The uniform Rafael left on her bed was a joke,It was a tight black mini-dress that barely covered her backside and heels that made her ankles wobble. Zara stared at herself in the small mirror of the back storage room, her jaw tight,she looked exactly like what he wanted her to be…something he bought. She walked out into the main room of The Obsidian at eight sharp,the place was already packed,the heavy bass from the speakers rumbled right through the floor, a dark, heavy thud that made her skin tingle.

"Will y'all please let us get through our first day first? Y'all just wanna be up in his business. You guys I really like him. So let's not run him away yet." "We wanna screen him before you get too far in like Damien. We gotta give him the sisters approval. We just want you to be happy Luv." Replied Sheka. I decided on a little black dress that covered me but showed off my curves with the red bottom shoes that they suggested. Sheka flat iron my natural long hair and gave me a soft beat makeover . I was set and looked amazing. As soon as I was ready, I rushed them out the door and waited for my date to arrive.

We all bundled together and sat comfortably on the chairs near the fire. "I don't know if this is weird to say but you look a lot like your Mema." Tabieka had a light, high-pitched voice. Her face was a small square that was shaped by her defined and waved pitch black curls that extended gently onto her shoulders. Her eyes resembled the hues of green limes and her skin- olive toned.

"It's 7 already, you should be on your way now." "Ain't you coming along?" "Vivian, you know I don't belong there." "What do you mean by you don't belong there?" "You know how I feel about people in power." "But peace, I can't go there alone." "Vee, you can't be alone. Gabriella and Laura would be there." "But..." "No, but vee, let me see you off." Just like peace said, a car was waiting for me outside. The car looks expensive but then, what do I know about cars?

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

he asked and she shrugged. "Nope. She's in line for Taco Bell. She loves that place." Cassy explained and we all looked over to the Taco Bell line. We spotted her in a moment and while Cassy and Don grinned, Hound and Jackal frowned and I was pissed. Ruby was standing by the counter, flirting with three guys. I could tell that they weren't from our school and when I took a closer look, I realized that they were members of our rival MC the Reapers. Not only were they members, one of them was the leader, Nick. "Boss?" Jackal asked as I stood.

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Tati says and I nod my head, just thinking about everything and a migraine makes an appearance. I rub my forehead and lean back in my chair. “Wow!” Tati says and I look at her and she is scrolling through her phone. “Care to share? What has you all starry-eyed?” I ask her and she moves to sit closer to me. She hands me her phone, and it’s a social media page. It has hundreds, maybe even thousands, of pictures and videos. The most recent ones are of her in Dubai. She is in the clear blue waters playing with two very large Siberian Tigers. She is laughing and splashing with them both. Bloody hell.