Taesha Bennett Novels & Stories

She cussed when it wouldn't turn on. She walked to her bedroom, dragging her feet tiredly to freshen up. She wore a black sundress that ended just above her knee and walked into her black high-heeled sandals. Her blonde was in a highlighted messy updo with a long side-swept bang. She finished up with lining her eyes, applying mascara to her lashes, and lipstick to her lips. She smiled when she saw Dennis already seated by the table as she made it down the stairs. "Thanks." She said and moved to serve him.

What's more her lady species Tessa was certainly on her toes. Tessa picked up a bottle green dress that was certainly a bit more striking in a color that was so tightly wrapped around her body that had been created so perfectly. Tessa is not praising herself but the fact that it is like that her body is divided into the right portion whether it is in the chest or buttocks is not unusual if she often hears negative claims from many people on social media who say she did plastic surgery either on her face or on one part of her body.

Brittany felt powerless, like she was losing air inside a glass jar she couldn’t break. “Uhm…uhm,” Tasha started, choosing her words carefully, knowing anything could ignite Brittany further. “I think maybe you should focus on the positive side, yeah? You just got that new brand deal yesterday, and that invitation to the All Stars Gala too. That’s huge.”

Which of the letters had been hers? Jake tapped my shoulder, signalling that the lunch break was over. I drew my gaze away from her as Shayla announced that we were to continue the audition. I found myself staring at her again. God, she was beautiful. She was in some tide black jeans that show off her ass , beige boots ,black crop top with a beige jacket. Her hair was down, a few braids running to the back of her head and sercuring her hair in place.

She whispered to herself, “This is for me. This is for every time I thought I wasn’t enough.” From the sidelines, Leo watched her, hand clenched over his chest. Helena elbowed him gently. “She’s going to kill it.” “Yeah,” he whispered. “But I’ll still hold my breath until she walks off.” Scene – The Stage A hush fell over the thousands in the audience as the spotlight fell. “And now,” the host announced, “representing Springfield Campus — Tessy Adebayo!” Tessy stepped into the light. No flashy entrance. No fireworks. Just her, her mic, and the story in her voice.

She bit her lip and reluctantly nodded. I smiled and thanked her as I positioned near the microphone. “Mic test, mic test.” I started. “Hello everyone. This is Nero Nicholas Bennett of the Beach House Chain of Resorts and Hotels. I am speaking as of the moment to call the attention of my girlfriend, Miss Kinsella Annabelle Sloane. Baby, are you here?”

The video came to life instantly. Ares’s eyes flickered down, and for a split second, he didn’t breathe. On the screen, a strikingly beautiful woman posed before a camera, her curves dramatic, her figure impossibly sculpted. Long glossy hair cascaded down her back as she twirled in a silk dress, pouting her plump lips. Her skin glowed, her movements confident, magnetic. She looked like she belonged on the cover of international magazines—untouchable, breathtaking. And she was Tessa.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

"What is happening?" She pulled me into an embrace and told me it's okay, she promised that everything would be fine "For now, though, we’ll call you Sasha. Is that alright?" I looked at them, confused, but something in their eyes reassured me. Maybe it was the kindness in their faces, the way they weren’t pushing me to remember. It didn’t feel like a choice, but somehow, I nodded. "Sasha," I repeated, the name feeling unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. "I guess I’ll be Sasha then."