Tamara Colins Novels & Stories

Tam, one of the three bartenders, propped her elbows on the counter, "Bet she was so excited to take the limelight." "I don't have the main performance tonight," I shrugged, "either way, it was my idea. I just hope no one's too disappointed with the switch." Tam's smile dropped, she pressed her lips into a thin line. She was Asian, Vietnamese from what I knew. Her long black hair was shaved on one side, while the rest was tied in a top knot. She had cute almond-shaped eyes that were the color of almonds. "It's not like you to drop a performance. Are you okay?" She stepped back and I noticed the black tube top and leather skirt she wore.

* * Writer's POV *Now next design is something we haven't seen in fashion cup...this designer wants to surprise us with something extraordinary...a couple outfits...this is new in our fashion cup but let's see how it will turn out to be... now let's welcome the third designer on stage..Anna Cruz and her models.. Lucas Craig and Debby Ryan!* Andre tensed when he heard Debby's name.. the crowd hoots and roared happily as Debby walk down the runway with her arms linked in Lucas's.

The items would be used after the mating, during which Tamara would officially become the Luna. As the crowd gathered, the concoction pain reliever Tamara had been given earlier before the shower and began setting in. It didn't completely rid the pain, but it dampened it to some extend. So much so that she was able to get into the bathtub with the help of the women.

"Scarlett." ******

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

“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.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

That was good to know. “Come with me.” She suddenly dragged me to another room and I stood idly by the side while she looked for clothes I could wear. We were the same size so her clothes would fit me. When she found a dress she thought would look good on me, she pushed it into my hands. “Change into this.” I stared at her blankly. “I’m Tasha, Damon’s sister.” Then she turned around to give me privacy. Knowing I wouldn’t win against her, I took off Damon’s clothes and put the dress on. It was a pink flowery dress that stopped just below my knees.

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.