Tabitha Sims Novels & Stories

Thomas knew his friend was right, but what could he do? Hera walked toward him, hands outstretched and a bright smile that seemed to reach his very soul. As she stood before him, his worries faded away. She radiated beauty beneath the veil that cascaded over her long red hair, her lips forming a perfect smile. It was breathtaking. She performed a deep, graceful curtsey. Thomas took her hand and guided her to the center of the field, where silence enveloped the crowd, broken only by the distant sound of a baby crying. He knew what was coming next—not from The Gitana’s man, but from all the ceremonies he had witnessed before.

I thought about saying something, but the words didn't seem to exist. She nodded too. "Mindy, we've known each other since we were kids. You've had a rough life, sure—but at least your parents gave you a few years of something like a normal childhood. I didn't even get that. I grew up following my mom around nightclubs, never even knew who my real dad was. If it wasn't for this face of mine, I don't know how I would've survived." She paused, her voice firmer now. "So don't look back. Whatever happens, don't you dare look back. A man like Charles… he's not worth it."

Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty. "How do you manage this place ms. Maggot?" Inquired I. "I just do the usual. Grow rice and coffee." Replied she chuckling in expectation we took it as a joke. "And you are the mystery in my dream young lady?" Said she looking a Simmons. "Oh no. This is my companion Maximus Simmons. He is a boy ms." Responded I hurriedly. "Of course you expect me to believe you. Does she look like a boy to you?" She asked with proof. " the last time I spoke to lord Hocus. He told me about your stay at his home willete Duskwick. "

TABITHA POV Brown hair, brown eyes, slim and petite. Her coloring and personality are as warm as the sun, but give you the feeling of fall. She isn't 5' 10" blonde with blue eyes and a full figure. She is everything I'm not actually. Everything that I can't be and my mate loves her. "Tabitha," Sam says loudly, cutting into my staring. My eyes snap to her perplexed face, and I swallow as my emotions continue to rage.

Then, she straightening her posture and turned toward her closet, rummaging through her clothes as she prepared for class. "It's better this way," she muttered, bracing herself against the ache as she selected a simple outfit—a pair of jeans and a plain shirt. Despite her family's wealth, Tabitha had always dressed modestly, but over the years, she had forced herself to change, hoping to catch his eye. Her jeans were swapped for dresses, her sneakers for delicate heels, a style that felt as unfamiliar as it looked. It had worked, briefly. Four years of quiet yearning had turned into a seven-day relationship—seven days that left her emptier than before.

we both sing the intro, Tabitha took her pencil case and imitated me in singing. Tabi stood up on the bed and imitated me, “Don’t dance or jump” I reminded, and continued singing. He accompanies me and he can almost memorize it because we always sing it. “But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts she's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time” I start dancing and keep pointing at her while she just keeps singing and smiling at me.

Everything else could wait. --- Tabby

A powerful and very wealthy, affulent Man. Tabitha narrowed her eyes at the non existent Scar on Cinderella's face. She felt bitter, but she said nothing. The little slut must used the Money she got from Prostitutíng to get a good facial surgery done. She straightened her back, and gazed ahead. " Get ready. A Suitor is coming for Ciara. " " If you dare Embarass me..." She gritted her teeth, and Continued. " Don't blame me for strangling you to déath with my bare hands. "

“F-king hell.” “That’s Tabitha Marie from Channel Thirty-Two,” June said. “She’s, like, a local celebrity.” “Yeah, we’ve met,” Aislen walked to the door as Tabitha stepped onto the porch. She saw the reporter’s eyes go to the “Triquetra’s Whore” on the floorboards. F-k, she thought. She had forgotten about that one. “What can I do for you?” Aislen drawled, crossing her arms, and leaning against the frame. “And you do not have permission to record me.”

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.