Tabitha Sims Novels & Stories

Tabitha said as she smiled. The doctor left and Tabitha stood up. She took the gown off and grabbed her sweatpants. She stepped into them and put her shoe on. She grabbed her purse and took her other shoe out. She put it on and smiled. Who knew you could get so excited about being able to wear shoes? Mark walked up and grabbed the boot and walker. “You ready?” he asked.

Sylvania teased, earning a round of light laughter from the group as they settled in, ready for the show to begin. Tashil Simmons entered the great hall with all eyes turning her way. She was a true fashion icon, and her outfit showed it. People cheered and applauded as she made her way through the hall. She headed straight for the executive section, her presence commanding attention without her saying a word. Guests whispered and admired her as she passed by. “She’s stunning!” one guest murmured. “Tashil Simmons never disappoints,” another replied.

The maid returned seconds later with an armload of towels. "The Alpha said you needed something." She said. "My name is Tabitha, and I'll be your personal maid from today." Scarlett stared warily at her. Tabitha had light brown hair woven into a single braid, blue eyes and freckles scattered across her cheeks. She seemed to be around the same age as her. "I need some pads." She said finally. "And something to help with cramps." "Pads?" Tabitha repeated. Scarlett then realized pads probably meant something else here. "Something to collect the blood."

They even used their young ones to testify about how great Salazar Simmons is an uncle and grandfather. Bartholomew doesn't care about that. He continued to post vlog feeds following the documentary of all the victims of Salazar Simmons. Together with his cameraman Neilson, Bart is on his way to another young woman claiming to be a victim of Salazar Simmons. Her name is Martha Stewart.

Thankfully, she went to another country for college while Caleb and I went to the same college here… and that's when Thorne came into the picture. I exhaled through my nose. “Oh fuck me,” I muttered. “Of all people…” Naomi followed my gaze. “Is that—?” “Tabitha,” I hissed. “She’s like athlete’s foot. You think it’s gone and boom—back again, scratching your soul.” “Shit,” Naomi whispered, giggling. “She still looks like she moisturizes with men’s tears.” “She’s gonna be a problem,” I said, already sensing the fake hug coming.

Definitely no cadets among them. My jaw tightens. I hate this part. The prove yourself part. But if this is the game they want to play, if they want me to beg for a seat at their precious boys’ table… Then let the games begin. One of the female warriors, the one who does bicep curls before bed, steps closer, and I take a good look at her. Tabitha Ramsey is gorgeous. Tall and statuesque with a curtain of thick blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail that swings like a weapon behind her. Her brown eyes are sharp, intelligent, and absolutely unimpressed by my existence.

Dirty, degrading words poured out as they worked me. “We’re gonna flood that gut with our loads till you leak for days,” he continued menacingly this time like it was a threat, gripping my hair tighter than I had to I grit my teeth slightly to hold back the pain that spread through my scalp. “Tiny dick beta, born to eat alpha seed. I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs. Say it bitch!” “I’m… I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs,” I gasped between thrusts, my cheeks flooding with humiliating heat.

Derek's POV Tabitha was different from usual. She had deliberately put on light makeup and tied up her hair. She was wearing a lake-blue wool coat paired with sapphire earrings. Her fair neck was both elegant and noble. She walked towards me gracefully in high heels. Although not as glamorous as at an awards dinner, she looked fresher and more elegant. In terms of looks, she was unmatched even among the stars in showbiz. And when it came to her temperament, she was truly one of a kind.

Ashton said. "Are you saying that…" Maya blushed at being teased by Ashton. She was already embarrassed enough and yet he was still making fun of her! "No princess, I didn't mean anything," Ashton said, grabbing the pillow that had been thrown at him. "And you should stop calling me princess already," Maya said. It felt weird for someone to call her a princess when she had been a slave somewhere else. "But you are my princess." "Just call me by my name." "What about babe, baby, honey, honeypie, darling, sweetheart….."

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.