Tamara Bleszynski Novels & Stories

Alpha Mraz blinked and let her go before backing a few steps away from her. Tatiana's suffocated throat was now released and she catches her breath, panting heavily. Halfway through, she cleared her throat several times before she can speak. And the first word she said was cursing him. "Damn you! Tell me, does harming me give you a sense of satisfaction?!" Alpha Mraz didn't budge before sneering at her. "What if it does? What do you want to do?" Tatiana swore. His mocking tone was apparent and it made her angry even more. She clenched her fists while gritting her teeth.

“You haven’t lost her and we aren't losing her. But you will if you let Christina pull her into her games again. You need to stay calm and play this smart. You’ve got to be careful.” I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my face with my hands. The tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, and I didn’t even care anymore. Trevor was right. But I didn’t know where to start. Tamara is creeping everywhere in my head. I wish I could just hear her voice again even if age was going to yell at me. “She set me up, didn’t she?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Trevor nodded slowly. “It sure looks like it. She’s manipulative, Jesse. Always has been. But this… this is next level. Am very sure he

He was regretting the offer Chester and Liam had made him earlier that morning to join them for an earlier breakfast before he left to speak with Luna Macy. He had a gut feeling that morning that things were gonna go wrong when he spotted Tasha near the pack house. Just like Blake had asked him, he had been studying the traits of the primordial vampires. He remembered reading something about the characteristics of a person under a manipulation spell. His theory was right. Tasha was in fact under the manipulation spell, as Blake and Selene had thought. She took those guards for a fool, flirtatiously made her way inside the dungeon, and when the time was right, she gave the signal to the other

' I followed his index finger, my eyes landing to the object or rather the person he was pointing at. My eyes itemized on the beauty who stood amidst the rest of the trainees, her stance emanating confidence. Her eyes searched the grounds, ignoring the whispers her presence attracted. I could see why Jayson had sworn, and why the rest of unmated males couldn't blink. Tamara wore a sexy high waist booty biker shorts. The soft black material highlighted her peach hips effectively. The sports brallette she wore had a deep v neck on the front, with wide shoulder straps. The material had the two globes peeking from underneath and I couldn't help but wonder...Were they making work out bras like th

Her sleeveless white top reached to her waist along with a small shorts, only reaching down to her lower thighs and the long boots with six-inch heels were looking just perfect. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail and the soft makeup done on her beautiful model-like face. "Hotel Balkan..." spoke the bodyguard. Soon she reached the hotel and was greeted by the manager especially. After all, she was the daughter of Mike Fernsby... the Irish man who owns half of the coal mines in the US and Bulgaria. "Ma'am, your suite is ready..." the manager spoke softly when Blair replied, walking in the hotel, "I want you to give me Chrisitan's room key. I'll be staying with him." and the manager just gave

“Alright, so shall we get started. Ok. Let’s make sure we properly introduced ourselves. My name is Bri, and I lead this organization called Kita. We’re an organization that’s dedicated to managing things from the shadows in the northern US. The other three organizations manage their sections of the US.” Tamashi struggled to process the information dump as he continued to devour the steak. “So that’s us. As for you, you’re Tamashi Yosha. You’re a 16-year-old high school bookworm. In a normal situation, you still be just that: a high school bookworm.” Tamashi managed to put his fork down. “I’m assuming you’re about to tell me why you interfered with my life?” “Precisely.” Bri leaned her face

(Keyla POV) Marcus came in at seven forty-three, which was earlier than his usual briefing time, and set his tablet on my desk without the standard folder underneath it. "The ghost finally left a footprint," Marcus said. "K.A. Tamara." "Independent consultant. Been taking freelance work for about six weeks." "The profile photo doesn't give us much. Half her face is missing and the angle does the rest." "But the work is hers.", and "One of the portfolio pieces reuses a color system she built for that charity gala eighteen months ago. Different client. Same fingerprints." He slid the tablet across the desk.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

Clarabelle interrupted. Mammon gulped in again, then asked, pointing at the last female in the group, the pheonix. “Um, what's her job?" “Oh, you mean Tamara? She has a very special job; you don't need to concern yourself with her,” Clarabelle answered with a smile, petting her nightwalker. “Very well, my queen,” Mammon said. “Permision to take our leave,” THE UNKNOWN asked. “Permision granted. I might call on you at any moment, so please stay alert,” Clarabelle said.

"She wanted to see if she could land on a tree." Silence. The priestess blinked. Damien slowly looked away, then back at me. "Did she?" "No. She broke her leg." I sighed. "She called it a successful experiment." Damien rubbed his forehead, and I would have laughed under different circumstances. But now my chest just hurt, because that was Tamara through and through — chaos, reckless, impulsive, always walking straight toward danger and then acting personally offended when it actually hurt her. But she wasn't afraid. Not usually. And that was what scared me most about all this.