Tamar Novels & Stories

Yes its me Kate, the old woman replied. What a beautiful lady you are. Maurine is precise in describing you to me. Maurine is the one who contacted her and booked the place for her. Come in my dear I will show you the apartment and please call me Martha. You're so kind Martha, thank you so much. I’m sorry to keep you until this time. My flight schedule is late thats why. No dear, don’t be sorry I totally understand.. come in, Martha said to Kaye

_____Tamara____ “Duck!” Tamara shouted to Max as a massive hand came down at them and she rolled away from him. She jumped back when a second grab was made for her and Surt’s hand was as big as she was tall. She scampered back as he was clearly aiming for her and that was not a good thing. Her distraction cost her, she missed the one that came behind her and shoved her forward.

Tamara says to dismiss her sister. She was definitely not going to sleep, there was a party down town, in the human town called Gerdia, but her sister does not have to know about that. As soon as Sahara left her room, she waited a few minutes just in case her sister came to continue her pep talk about mates or rather raise another from the numerous so called atrocities she had committed. Tamara knew that she was a wild child, but she loved having her freedom, this pack thing wasn't working for her and to make matters worse, she felt like being royalty was a greater burden.

She was also about to give him a piece of her mind. "You're injured!" Tanja hissed. "Let me heal you—it's what I do best as a Salem witch!" Jack's eye was twitching. He didn't need a woman's help, and certainly not the kind coming from his mate. The less contact he had with her, the better—Jack didn't want to fall in love with her. "I don't need any healing!" "Oh, yes, you do!" Tanja glared into his face without a thought of backing down. She gritted out a warning. "Shut up and take it, or else!"

She giggled softly, “The Bratva’s worship death, you should visit my vineyard sometime. I’d love to show you as many corpses on which poison ivy now blossoms beautifully.” Then she turned toward Aria’s direction, and she took slow predatory steps. Her hands shot out to reach for Aria’s face, but Aria’s hand was faster. She grabbed Evelina’s wrist midair, “Don’t fucking touch me,” she muttered, her voice low but firm. Evelina’s eyes beamed with pleasant surprise, and then she leaned in to whisper against Aria’s ear. “I see he’s not just fucking you. You’re learning so much…”

Tavis cocked his head and gave her the patient, tender smile that sometimes swam up to linger in her mind just be-fore she drifted off to sleep at night. "Just that I'll always be here for you, Lydia. You can always count on Tavis of the tannery, and I'll say that a thou-sand times more." His eyes were level and deep with some-thing she was unable to face. She had already lost two husbands to two wars and the sweet saints knew there was always another war coming. But Tavis MacTarvitt, he always came back. Scarred and bloody, he always came back. Back to stand in the kitchens with her while she dried her herbs and spices. Back to lend a helping hand now and again as she dug in her rich black

She mixed blended everything then fried the Akara. "Good morning." Tamara greeted with a yawn still wearing her pyjamas after she brushed her teeth. "Good morning my love." She responded smiling. "Why are you in such a good mood? And you are cooking, what's going on?" Tamara looked at skeptical bringing out the pap from fridge. "Nothing actually. I'm just really stressed but I am trying to have a postive energy." She told her. "How Ironic." "How is the planning of the introduction and traditional wedding going?" Tiana changed the subject.

Her uncle looked at her suspiciously and said, “Tamara, tell your uncle the truth, where did you find that someone from, didn’t you tell me that you didn’t have a boyfriend last week?” Tamara told her uncle about Grandmother White’s heart condition hence they decided to take things to another level. Uncle Timothy was beaming and asked, “Do you want me to invite your brothers to join us?” Tamara smiled and replied, “I don’t know if Mark and my sister-in-law will be able to come because my sister-in-law had lower-leg cramps, he asked me to organize my Yoga teacher for her, and he is meeting them tom

she inches closer to Marek in an intimidating stance, Tamar, an average-height lady at the age of fifteen lost her mom and become the leader of the desert coven, now she's twenty years old, she is considered a very knowledgeable witch, wise, and full of humanity. She stared daggers at Marek, "how dare he rise his voice at me when I'm being nice! Wait till I teach you a lesson," she thought. She inched towards him, Marek was startled so he took a step backward, she makes sure Marek was in the middle of her and the wall, she hit her palm on the wall close to his ears and he flinch. "How dare you raise your voice at me!" she furrowed her brows in a frown, her sma

Azeria's temptation to the cousin The two laughed. "Go ahead!" It pricked the cousin on the side."Even just a name!" Say it!" "It's Tamara, okay." Tamara." Red was forced to answer the pushy female cousin. "Damn!" The two promised at the same time. Tamara is the school president at their university in Manila, which is why it is inevitable that the two will not be cheap. because they were surprised that Red probably had a crush on the girl. Lucas clutched his stomach and couldn't stop laughing.