Talia Scott Ass Mga Nobela at Kwento

Except this wasn't a teenage drama. This was war. And the golden girl… was Lexie. Katrine stared deeper into her own eyes, locking gazes with her reflection as if daring herself to speak the truth. “I’m not helpless,” she whispered, voice shaking. The words felt alien and familiar all at once. “I’m not some castaway,” she said louder. “I’m Jonas’s mate. His mate.”

A hand, cool and steady, pulled my hair back away from my face. “Wipe your mouth, Sienna,” Roxy’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, but her eyes were tracking the alleyway like a hawk as she handed me a handkerchief. Talia stepped forward, her sleek, straightened hair looking perfect even in the grime of the alley. She pulled her phone from her bag, the screen glowing bright against the darkness. She looked at Roxy, a silent, hesitant glance, before turning the screen toward me. “I didn't want to believe it either,” Talia whispered, her voice trembling with a shaky edge that I was too distraught to notice. “But after I saw him on that stage... I looked him up.”

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?" The woman appeared to be nearly seventy, her hair streaked with white, her face lined with wrinkles.

"How is this possible?" I smiled coyly. "Let's just say I'm a good tutor." Lyra teased, "Looks like you lost, Scott." Scott nodded graciously. "Fine. You win. I'm a man of my word; I'll honor your request." I grinned. "See you tomorrow, then." Scott nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Tomorrow." THE RESULTS. 1 position - Julianna Harris 2 position - Lily Thane 3 position - Finanna 3 position - Lila Thane

Scott leans on the table, curling up one of his long legs with his hands on his sides, pressed on the table, “I heard that you are putting together a cast. How do you like my last performance for you, boss?” Scar lets out a surprised laugh. Right. Scott was the male lead in her first and only movie, playing Sebastian’s role no less. That movie ended up a great hit -- “one of the best depict of what love should be like: simple but pure”, by the New York Times -- when the movie was finally released two years after Scar went to prison-- And that’s with the condition that her name was to be removed from the staff list. “You realize there should be a reason why my name was removed, right?” Scar s

He has to make sure that Catherine was okay. "Ace." Talia said dryly. "Cut out the attitude, Scott. I'm not in the mood." Ace snapped. "Call Catherine and make sure she's okay." "What! What happened to Catherine? She is at the forest house." Talia said in alarm. "Stop with the interview, Scott and do as you're told. Damn! Women are infuriating." Ace muttered and hung up the call. He sat down on the couch and placed his head on his palms.

she heard Damien say making her look up at him. He walked further into the house and she followed his lead. He led her to a white couch and asked her to wait for him there. Talia was nervous at this point. Overwhelmed by a lot of things and seriously nervous. She straightened the invisible wrinkles on her still beautiful dress as she tried to calm herself. She wasn't sure how she managed to keep it together without freaking out but she knew even if she freaked out nothing would change.

"Sean, how about a drink? I’ve got a thirty-year-old scotch sitting around that’s been waiting for an excuse." Sean's face lit up. "You serious? I wouldn’t dream of saying no." They walked into the living room together and sat. From the kitchen, Talia called out, "How do you want it? Straight or on the rocks?" Sean glanced over to Theo, then raised his voice. "Straight, please!" Theo nodded in approval. "You can’t insult a thirty-year malt with ice." A few minutes later, Talia returned with two glasses. The top of her green dress clung to her chest, soaked through and completely see-through. Her black bra was clearly visible beneath the fabric. Water ran down her cleavage. She looked rushed.

As they fight, one lunges for Lucas, jaw snaps for Lucas throat, but he twisted mid-leap, claws raking through the scout’s side and he crashed to the ground. He looks beside him, and Talia is there, powerfully colliding with a scout twice her size. Her fangs find the wolf’s neck, and with a powerful shake, she throws it aside. They had no time to rest as the scouts attacked them from different corners. Another Scott came for Talia, but Lucas intercepted it, with a loud growl and a warning that shook the earth. One of the scouts lunges at me; it’s fangs bared, but I meet him head-on. Pain sliced through my shoulder as claws raked against me, but Lucas stood strong. We drive forward, snapping

🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked.