Tamara Bleszynski Novels & Stories

Her eyes went towards the one sitting beside her – no other than the heiress of the Darkwoods, Leah Darkwood. She was wearing a simple maroon peplum blouse and white fitted jeans paired with black ballet flats. She was definitely wearing simple clothes now. In any way or another, she found her line of vision, and just smirked evilly at her before answering whatever they were conversing about with Renata Gil – the girl in a fancy purple princess cut dress. Tamara’s forehead creased and her inner wolf became restless and purely annoyed. She clenched her fists to ease the tension that was lingering inside her. She didn’t want to get uncontrolled right there and then.

“Fine. Want compensation? I’ll pay. Calculate all your expenses and give them to me. But don’t ever ask me to collaborate again.” Chintya laughed sarcastically. “Do you think you can compensate me?” “I can. And I’ll pay back what we owe you,” Damian said coldly, then turned and left. In the parking lot, Tamara walked quickly while staring at her phone screen. She had just left the media office where she had been scheduling Elena’s appointments when the heel of her shoe slipped on the edge of the sidewalk. “Ouch!” Tamara whispered, her body nearly losing its balance. Someone suddenly caught her before she could fall.

I wish so badly to go back to when I wasn’t involved with them. A lady clearing her throat gets my attention, and I look up to find three ladies standing in front of me. “Hi!” a chubby, chocolate lady waves at me. She has her hair styled in an all-back braid, dressed in a short body-hug party dress. “I’m Tamara, a new student.” “She’s Yumeko,” Tamara says, pointing at a slim, averagely tall lady with a creepy smile on her face. Dressed in a mini, pleated skirt on a crop shirt, with her hair tied into buns on each side of her head.

" Tamara clenched her fists, forcibly suppressing the storm of emotions rising inside her. A thousand questions and accusations suddenly dissipated into nothing in that moment. She no longer wanted to expose his endless lies. With Braxton's backing, Annalise Prescott, the former heiress, was still the center of attention. Amid the bustling voices, Tamara felt a little suffocated, so she headed to the restroom. When she came out, she found Braxton leaning against a wall in the hallway. Michael Kitler, his friend, offered him a cigarette, but he refused with a frown. "We're preparing for a baby recently, so I've cut out cigarettes and alcohol. They're bad for Tamara," he explained.

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

In the midst of this, Tamara was a black-haired and formerly Jewish girl, with snow-white skin, a version of Snow White of Israelite origin, they live for a long time from birth to age 10, in Israel. Today Tamara Lewis lives as one of the Poison girls, she is the secretary and assistant to Shoko and Seiya Nara, the most famous fashion designers of a large company, in which they were the owners of a brand and directors of a large company and company. - How much time do we have until the next parade? – Shoko asked her. “Two hours.” Tamara said. “Long enough.” Seiya said. They saw that she was wearing a lacy dress.

That she was sure of. “Maybe, David would try to find you. We have a score to settle with him too so that’ll be perfect,” Chelsea beamed, Tamara burst into maniacal laughter as Marcel and Chelsea stared at her surprised. “You both must be crazy if you think David is who you should be worried about,” Tamara wheezed in amusement. Chelsea and Marcel exchanged another look. There! That was the doubt and fear Tamara needed. “I rose from nothing to head of SUTA beauty. Surely you must have realized by now that I have someone powerful on my side?” Tamara cocked her head.

Like she was trying to contain herself, try to understand what was going on. “What the hell happened?” I said, looking at my mate for a moment before looking at both Lysandra and Delilah. Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine. “She was here. The last person that we would have thought to see, she was here.” “Who?” Her voice cracked. “Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…”

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.