Taesha Bennett の小説・ストーリー

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

"After you, Birthday Girl." "Thanks." I lower my head as I climb inside, sliding against the smooth leather seats while adjusting my dress to keep it from riding up my thigh. Janice and Keia follow suit, with Janice making a beeline for the minibar. She looks stunning in her deep purple dress which accentuates her curves. Her hair is elegantly styled in a twist, with a few strands framing her face. She effortlessly radiates beauty. The only makeup she's wearing is mascara, giving her a naturally sultry look that I've always envied.

He gave me an anti-bruising cream for my neck and sent me off. - "Alpha Christian will be here any moment! Channing hurry up on dinner!" Luna Rachael yelled. I gave her a simple "yes ma'am," and finished plating the potatoes. Then I took the food to the buffet just like this morning. After I went to the doctor, everything went pretty smoothly. Except for the part where Jamie had to lend me a dress because I didn't have a decent one. That was quite the show. The dress is beautiful though. It's a pale blue dress that goes to about mid-thigh, with a sweetheart neckline. It's not too extravagant, with only a few diamonds on the bodice. My shoes were just some white wedges that were about 3 inche

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

Before I could complete, we hear a knock. I know it’s Ethan, I can smell him in space too. He walks in with a more confused expression than Drake's. I notice Ethan is petite compared to other men, his features make him cute, like those Asian idols that Drake keeps talking about. What was it, Be-Tea-Ass? After telling him to shift on this floor as my secretary, I order him and Drake to leave as Dakota wants to touch Ethan's blue hair, he likes the shine and color of his hair. This lousy wolf!

I had hoped a general cordial conversation would help relax and break the silence. "Taesha." "How do you spell your name?" She didn't answer me right away. So I said. "Let me take a shot, is it spelled Tayshia?" "No. It’s T-a-e-s-h-a. Tae-sha Tran. And please don't think about calling me T- n - T. or Tee, tee." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms while keeping one in her purse. "Mmm... that's interesting." "What's interesting?" Taesha didn't feel comfortable with him trying to exchange or hold a conversation or get familiar with her.

I think we may need to start at the beginning. Rebecca Martin, or Bex as we call her, my best friend and daughter to my fathers Beta Josh, and his mate Mary, and I have just finished our graduation party at the pack house and decided we wanted to go to the city, and not just any city, but Nashville Tennessee, home of country music and hot chicken.