Novel & Cerita Tamara Colins

He slid the card in, opened the door, and stepped inside like he lived there. Tamara, 24-year-old blondie young woman already waiting, curled up on the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her signature red lipstick. Her phone was in her hand, but the moment she saw him, she tossed it aside. “Took you long enough,” she said with a smirk, stretching lazily like a cat. Rumero shut the door behind him, loosened his shirt buttons, and walked toward her. “Had to deal with Natasha first. She swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.”

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"

Tamara and Dean go to their room and stay away for a long while. In the meantime, Mike and his friends hear that the blood and Luna ceremonies have already occurred. Mike is furious. How dare his son go ahead with the ceremonies without inviting him? He wanted to stop it, but how will he do it now? Because it is too late. Tamara Brown is now Tamara Smith. She is the new Luna of the Red River Pack. There's only one way to get rid of her now. He will have to kill her like he killed her parents. He will do it in the same way that he has done it with her parents. He must play innocent and pretend that somebody else was behind it. He doesn't know who we will blame it on this time, but he will fin

After all, she needed to look sexy and attractive to the opposite sex. Tamara knew a Kenyan electronics engineer was engaged by the Bank to aid her work with no more details. Many voids and holes needed to be filled. There were so many unanswered questions that she could not personally ask Kelly for fear of invoking suspicions. She needed to continue being a faithful and a blind follower. She did not want to push Kelly for answers or else her operation could be jeopardized. She didn’t care much for the things she wasn’t privy to. The less she knew the better for her.

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

“Don’t make us wait too long.” Reid flashed that wicked smile, thumb tracing the faint line where the collar had rested. “We’ve got your collar. Bring it back.” Tamara slid into the backseat. Thighs sticky beneath the skirt, core still pulsing with low aftershocks, the collar safe in her purse like a talisman. The driver pulled away smoothly; the chalet shrank in the rear window until it was only a dark shape against snow. She didn’t look back. Instead she caught her reflection in the tinted glass—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes bright with something dark and satisfied. A small, wicked smile curved her mouth.

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.

“Tamara needs to see you.” Alice, Tamara’s secretary says quietly as she stands by my desk. I look up to see her brows pulled together and a pained look filling her sweet face. Tamara was the head of accounting in the large business firm I work at. I sit up straight to see her glaring at me through the large glass wall that encases her office. Her dark ebony hair frames her perfectly painted face with beautiful waves that look effortless. I swallow the lump in my throat and stand up, straightening my skirt and blouse as I make my way to her office. I can feel everyone’s eyes watching me as I walk by them, they are all eager to see the Tamara bitch show, and I just so happened to be her favou

Every gesture was calculated to read as effortless affection, the kind that made strangers smile and envy. Across the room, half-hidden behind a cluster of potted palms and a group of finance types, Tamara nursed a gin and tonic she hadn’t sipped in twenty minutes. Black dress, hair pulled into a sleek knot, phone resting screen-down on the bar beside her. She had arrived forty minutes earlier, tipped the hostess for a spot with sightlines, and waited. Now she watched.