Tamar Braxton Book Novels & Stories

She just prayed to the moon that Tamara could pass the assessment. Well, she needs to be. *** POV: Tamara Davis / Tyra Amaris Meanwhile, Tamara was pacing back and forth to her room because of anxiousness and a little bit of giddiness. Her heart was thudding loud and fast that she could already hear it from her ears. After she read the book about the Pierce Clan yesterday, she was out of focus with her lecture discussion with Shahara – and that made her more tense now. Hopefully, she could remember all the things that they talked about.

A new book dangling from her hand. Precisely what she was doing. “If you can’t escape on your terms, you’ll find a way around me and my magic? That your newest plan?” “I’m not one to play docile captive.” *** Go ahead and look. Keep busy searching. It’ll take more than a book to outmaneuver me, Little Harpie. You’re not going anywhere. “If you think somewhere in these aisles, I keep my secrets…” He inspected perfectly squared nails thoughtfully. “You’d be right…”

Her brows were furrowed, her lips pouted… Eyes heavy with sleep, yet she refused to be subdued by slumber. "Very well, call me if you need anything." Tamar said with a bow, then left the room. It would be a waste of time if she tried to convince Micah any further; her mistress was stubborn. Silence pressed against the chamber; only the flipping of pages could be heard at intervals. Hours passed by, Micah's eyes were still wide open, her attention fixed on the book she was reading, and soon she closed the book. "What a lovely book." She muttered to herself, she pushed the chair she was seated on backward, and it scraped the floor; she steadily rose to her feet and then adjusted her gown.

Braxton, who'd once flown across the world just because she told him she missed him, could no longer be bothered to even hear her out. "You don't believe me, Braxton," said Tamara softly. It wasn't a question; it was a statement. She was sure. When Braxton's phone began buzzing in his pocket, he got into his car without looking back. With the hosts gone, the guests dispersed unhappily.

Braxton placed the bag he was carrying in front of her and she quickly peered inside the bag. Inside it was food and drink from McDonald's. Amanda smiled and looked up at him. "You really didn't have to do this, thank you." She said, Braxton nodded and glanced at his watch before saying "you better get well soon, my schedule is tight and you know it." Braxton will be releasing a new album in a month's time and he was yet to round off recording, nor have he done any promotions for his upcoming release. His schedule got worse since Amanda fall sick.

I would have to take this slow and win her trust and heart one day at a time. The activity center was abuzz with guests enjoying the on-site events like Braai-making workshops, rock-climbing, guided hikes around, run the vines, e-bike adventures, and so on. I greeted them, going about my work like an automaton. Yes, I was eager to get back to the office to check Sydney’s progress. The task I gave her was impossible to complete. She had no other option left than to give up. I wanted to see her fail and give in to my demands. My c*ck throbbed, knowing what it implied. She would be mine for a month to do what I pleased with her.

“In my final year of high school, my heart was shattered beyond repair. The bastard only dated me because of my background. By the time I realized I was being used, I had already given him over twenty million.” “I'm sorry,” “It’s not your fault.” We didn’t have the energy to continue playing anymore. We just sat down, drinking more alcohol. …. The club had somehow gotten louder within the last thirty minutes, or maybe, everyone around me had just gotten drunker. Jeanne was currently singing some heartbreak anthem with absolutely zero lyrics correct while standing on the couch despite repeated warnings from the waitress. “LOVE IS A SCAM!” she yelled dramatically, pointing at nobody in particu

I step out of Brax’s embrace and wrap my arms around Tristan, “I love you big bro.” “I love you too little moon.” He says as he kisses the top of my head and heads towards the door. Brax and I settle back onto the couch, and I find myself contemplating what Luna Maria said as I run my hand under Brax’s shirt across his chest. Feeling the tingles dance across our skin. One more week and I would be done with school after exams and then I graduate. My birthday is shortly after that. She said to follow my heart. I look up at Brax through my lashes. My heart is right here. With this pack, with this man. Is he my fated? What does Brax mean more than they are letting on? I have this feelin

Over the years, I have gathered a significant amount of information about him - some of which he disclosed easily, and others that I had to dig deeper to uncover. I knew his favorite foods, his preferred vacation spots, and even his deepest fears. But despite all this knowledge, I still couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. My eyes burned with anger at the fact that he seemed to have forgotten all about her. It was a slap in my face. I can't recall what losing Camille did to my self-esteem, but I remember the pain and the anguish that followed. It was a wound that never fully healed. But that's the thing with Bryan Braxton - he's oblivious to everything happening aroun

And as far as I was aware you wouldn't make too much money working her type of jobs. And yet I criticized were she live and the car she drove and the clothing she wore and how she styled her hair.I immediately felt the world slow as the realization crashed down on me.Just how badly have I treated Isabella? I had really thought I'd understood,but I really hadn't until now. My brother last words to me suddenly echoed in my head.you will never understand how hard life can be Jaden. "Um sorry maybe I shouldn't have told you that.You have to watch who you probably interact with"Isabella began again,sounding self-conscious "I totally understand if you want to find someone else to help you out thou