Talia Scott Ass Novels & Stories

His hands traced the frame peeking out of the wrap. It was a picture frame of Aveline on the beach, hands up with a full smile. Her puffy hair swept over her face, sand escaping from her fist. She wore a blue Takini with a wavy wrap round her waist. There were two people beside her, one he recognized as Tania. Xavier’s gaze softened. He wondered about the type of life she lived before their engagement. Whatever life she lived, it must have been better than his. His fingers traced over the frame before putting it back into its place with the letters attached.

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

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.”

I wasn't a fan of photos. Melissa and Letitia closed the space between us and smiled so widely as they took the shot. "One more?" Melissa pleaded and I obliged. We took another selfie and I smiled for this one. I had completely forgotten I was asked to call Derek. I hadn't even pissed yet. Just then I heard the clacking of heels. I recognized it. It belonged to none other than Bianca. I averted my gaze to her and I didn't miss the big, ugly scowl on her face. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet underneath by now.

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.

Some guy tried to block me and asked, “Hey, do I know you?” I laughed dryly. “Excuse me.” He followed me, persistent little bastard until I turned to shut it down. That’s when I caught a glimpse behind the tree. Talia. With Damian. They were… in it. She was in a French maid costume, full makeup, making out like they were alone in a bedroom. The kiss broke, and he slipped on a condom. She lifted her skirt. Rocked back into him. Anyone not paying attention would’ve missed it—but I saw it clear as day.