Tamara Bleszynski Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

"Go tell Iyla everything is okay. Then find Tamara. I want to know what just happened." "Tamara? The witch? Why her?" "She's originally from Darkness Coven. She might know if they are the reason behind Amira being an alpha." I tell him as I head out of the bathroom. "The dark witch coven?" Dimitri looks concerned. Maybe he's concerned I'm losing my mind. I might be. I ripped a man to shreds without any memory of it. All because he could potentially hurt my mate. "Not everyone born there is a dark witch." I growl, using one hand to open my office door. "Tamara ran because she didn't want to do dark spells. She's been a major asset to us. She helped us get past Cobra's defenses, didn't she?"

She moved to a nearby side table, close enough to access his phone. “Naomi, proceed,” Chipo said sharply as the man settled into the chair opposite Tamara. “I am Victor Hale,” he said easily. “Owner of Hale International.” Tamara’s smiled. "Wow! You're the Almighty Victor Hale." Victor laughed softly eyes locked into Tamara's. "Obviously," he said as silence fell between them for a moment. “Tamara,” she said breaking the silence. “I run a small boutique.” He studied her for a moment, interest deepening.

"So, do you have a strategy for dealing with her?" "I’m figuring something out." "I’ll keep an eye out for other options." "I don’t think that’s needed." Thomas brushed off a leaf that had landed on his arm. "Her friend called her Smith, and the sword she had was beautifully decorated with Celtic designs." He saved the best detail for last. "There were bits of amber in the hilt." Now serious, Gelo set the bread down and asked, "Do you think Grinna knows her?" Thomas nodded. "It was her friend who confirmed that and the truth about her character."

In the second one, cameras didn't enter, it was not allowed. Tamara was not an actress nor a singer; she didn't play any artistic role, but she was a young businesswoman, daughter of businessmen, and wife of an influential senate politician. A large part of New York State hailed them as family, as if they were entertainers, and their parties, especially birthday parties, always stood out.

Mr Reyes said. He took out his phone and made a call. “Good afternoon sir, I hope you are doing okay? How may I help you,” a woman said on the other side of the call. “Am doing great Tasha but I need something from you, is there a lady working under your department known as Tamara?,”Mr Reyes asked. “Yes there is, why do you ask sir, is there any problem? But I doubt it because she is one of the best designers we got. There could be no issue with her,” Tasha said as she let out a smile.

Jason finally said. She did what? She lied about this one too? Pinning everything on Jason's father. "Who is Tamara?" Tharo asked trying to sound confused by that name. "Oh, she is a priestess of the Supernaturals, and for the record, I don't believe whatever that Priestess is saying. Whoever that believe her needs to have his or her brain checked." Jason said. Tharollin supported it. The young Prince was right. "Why do you say so?"

They're not all loyal," Lilith muttered, looking at certain faces around the room, including Sarah. Trust was poison now. Everyone wondered who would leave next. Friends avoided each other. Conversations died when people walked by. The pack was eating itself from inside. Tamara needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere. She drove to Jess's apartment in the city. "You look terrible," Jess said when she opened the door. "Thanks. Really needed to hear that." "I'm serious. You're pale. And is that silver in your veins getting worse?" Tamara pulled her sleeves down. "Can we talk about literally anything else?" Jess led her inside. The apartment looked normal except for one wall covered in newsp

I stood frozen, my mind still reeling from the conference hall’s oppressive memories. The woman must have been Tamara, I figured, a sight to behold, her brownish skin shining under the dim glow of the hallway. Her dreadlocks, studded with shining cowrie shells, chinked light melodies as she moved. Her black mascara lent her piercing eyes a certain fierceness that was somewhat echoed by a septum piercing similar to Solana’s. And her clothes; so daring: a scant blouse positioned just about her chest, leaving her very toned midriff bare, and a tiny skirt clinging to those curves from which she showcased her thighs. Pure confidence was oozing out of her, yet her eyes stole a glare toward me, har

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"