Talia Hibbert Books Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S POV Sitting in the air-conditioned darkness of the Ashford Arena managerial office, Talia practically burned holes through her dual monitors. Tuesday morning sunlight bled through the narrow window blinds, casting sharp lines across her messy desk, but she ignored the glare. Her fingers flew aggressively across her mechanical keyboard. The sharp, rapid clicking echoed off the cinderblock walls. She cross-referenced three different offshore LLC records with the localized bank deposits of a suspected teaching assistant. Sienna Hart left a financial paper trail when she bought that fake locker room intelligence, and Talia intended to dig until her fingernails bled to find it.

Jeriah hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting frantically around the room, before he hurried after her. "Well, well, well," Talia sneered as she came to a halt a few feet away from us, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "I didn't think they let fat legal interns into private franchise events. Did you have to sneak in through the kitchen, Yara, or did you just ride on the coattails of someone else's charity?" The surrounding guests immediately quieted down, eager to witness the confrontation. I felt a surge of adrenaline, the memory of the Donovan Holdings files sitting securely locked in my desk flashing through my mind. Talia thought she was untouchable because of

When the alpha male called, it was hard to resist. "She's terrified," Talia said, peeling off her clothes before huddling against his massive frame. "I don't know how much she's been able to accept. And there's more," Talia added. "I think she's been abused, and pretty badly. She's scared of human contact, and the idea of finding a bunkmate almost sent her into a coma. I used to see cases like hers all the time."

THORNY CROWN, a N*****x adaptation of the equally famous novel of this series. The author of this novel series died a week before Talia died in that world. And now, she’s inside the popular N*****x series, “Thorny Crown.” Talia couldn’t believe that the actress who acted as Lady Victoria in the N*****x adaptation would fail compared to the real deal, even if how many times she would stare at her new body. So I should stop referring to myself as Talia, huh? Despite that, the honest Victoria told me not to lose myself. Then, I will use my experiences as Talia to live splendidly as the reborn Lady Victoria, who will also crush Sabina to bits.

Add in the stereotype for neurosurgeons and it wasn’t difficult. “So, Miss Single, how long do you plan on remaining celibate?” Talia asked suddenly. She had a knowing, smug smile. “Until I feel like it,” she huffed, speeding up the machine. “I’ll know when it’s time for a change.” Talia laughed derisively. Like she knew something Irene didn’t. Like she knew Irene didn’t stand a chance and that Brenden was going to ruin all her plans. Talia laughed and Irene hated the sound of it.

She had chosen treason against the Goddess herself. The idea that she would have to say that to Miles broke her heart. Miles, who had always been kind and thoughtful. He was the perfect mate, and Tia, knowing that having a blessed shimmer wolf meant she couldn’t have a true mate, was jealous. Hilary had everything Tia had ever wanted. A family who were devoted and cared for, acknowledged and respected and, above that, a devoted loving mate. Tia couldn’t grasp why that still wasn’t enough for her eldest sister. It was more than Tia would ever have, but still, Hilary wanted more. Tia broke through the bushes and returned to the Slaughter Lambs pack territory. Again, no one was around, but Tia

Luna Rebecca was quite smart for a woman and I expected her to understand I wasn't interested in talking to her. She scooted closer to me, placing her hand on my chin and I shrieked at her advances. “Liv, I just lost my husband. He was your alpha and the least you can do is not to treat me this way” I stared at her with a thousand questions racking through my head. She wasn't just dangerous but also unbelievable. It was a certainty we both knew she killed the Alpha. Why did she have to pretend. “My condolences" I voiced out with fear laced in my voice. I desperately wanted to call her a liar and a fraud, but the apprehension inside of me prevented me from doing so.

Beta Trent I watch as Talia, AKA Poison goes about her day. Clay left last night and she has been watching his cabin for the past couple of hours, under the disguise of reading a book in the sunshine. I have known this bitch for most of her life and never once has she read a book in the open on a fucking bench like something from the 1900s.

My friend was beautiful whether or not she tried to be. Then we had Tali also know as Talia She was the quiet one but she could gossip. She knew everything about everyone and when she had a boss that was a ghost she began hacking and still couldn't find anything and that frustrated her to the bone. She was part of the designing team. She had to design apps she thought was useful to us, humans and then install it on to the phone. She was great with her blue bob hairstyle and her brown eyes that shined when she figured something out. She was five foot six with an amazing ass.

She was almost wearing something in black and silver, the heart attack inducing ensemble left her tits high and her nipples bare. The material was some sort of peekaboo deal that hid some things and showcased others. I twirled my finger in the air and she turned. "Oh fuck...baby...you." English Talon; put two words together before you blow this. Fuck I can't even think much less talk. She'd better not be teasing me with this shit; didn't it mean something when a woman got dressed up in one of these numbers? I think my brain cells along with everything else of importance headed south.