Tabitha Sims Novels & Stories

“But Sir Simon is different. He doesn’t seem like the other guys who worship skirts. And we saw the woman with him. She’s beautiful but doesn’t seem to know how to dress. ” “Sir’s fiance is a police officer. She’s a colleague of Miss Ella. ” “Sir Simon’s fiance is the woman with him? Wow, she’s so lucky….” “Wait, have you heard the latest gossip about Sir Simon? He seems to have youth power. ” “You believe the rumors? That’s not true. There is a resemblance to the ancestors then. Some cousins look alike. ” “Come out now, so Sir won’t get angry again.” Everyone quickly stood up and left the room. Anne went straight to HR for the memo to be released.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

‘What? “Miss Simmons?” Sotiria felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. The satisfied smile on her face immediately froze like ice. “The Miss Simmons you just mentioned… What’s her name?” The makeup artist did not notice the change in Sotiria’s expression. She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh

He winked and smiled at her before withdrawing his hand. Tabitha entered her room and headed straight to the bathroom. After washing up, waxing her legs, applying skincare, and light makeup, she wore a flower-printed gown that reached below her knees. Tabitha wore a short-sleeve chiffon gown with a low squared neckline. She then paired it with white slippers that appeared simple but expensive. She styled her hair into waves and adorned herself with earrings, a necklace, and bangles around her wrist. Meanwhile, Silas opted for a casual outfit with white sneakers, a watch, a gold chain around his neck, and a pleasant body spray. He then took his time to comb his hair.

I was going to make him notice me. I stood by the window in his room, my arms crossed, pretending to admire the moonlight. But really, my heart was thumping, and my head was racing with thoughts. I didn’t even understand why he hadn’t seen me all this time. I wasn’t invisible. I was Tabitha Kris… Alpha Kris’ only sister. I was beautiful, elegant, smart. I had options. Men chased me. Warriors fought just to talk to me. But not Kaidon.

"You're not an actual gross little Thundermoon. Goddess, that name is so stupid." "Girl!" Layla got drunkenly excited and her eyebrows were touching her hairline. "You have no idea! It is so dumb. I hate it so much! And, and their stupid little insignia is the lamest thing I've ever seen. It makes me want to rip my eyes out." Tabitha solemnly shook her head no. "How have you not?" She nodded her head towards a Thundermoon Omega who was mingling. She was not as subtle as she thought she was being.

I finally manage to ask, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. “You are so cute,” my mate giggles out, that beautiful sound filling my ears again, “Hello Titan the warrior of High Moon, my name is Tabatha and I am pretty certain im your mate.” I let out a chuckle at her words, I have been called a lot of things in my time and honestly cute is not one of them. “Tabitha.” I say her name out loud and it rolls perfectly off my tongue, I like it.

I says, my voice coming out a bit more breathless than I intended She exudes an effortless power, the kind of woman who doesn't have to raise her voice to be the loudest person in the room, every movement is graceful, from the way she adjustes her silk scarf to the way she looks at the books on the counter. “I’m Tabitha Addams Lazarus,” she says, extending a hand manicured to perfection. “It’s a rare pleasure to meet a lover of Alyssa’s work. Her prose is quite sharp, isn't it? I’d like to rent these.”

Elliott asks, and I must admit I have thought it myself. “Tabatha and I are twins as you can see. Identical twins to be exact.” Athale and Diamina gasps looking between the girls. “Tabatha keeps a small glamour going at all times, only Greyson, Neptune and I can see through it and see her as she looks naturally.” “I still don’t get it?” I say, shaking my head in confusion.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro