Tamara Colins Novels & Stories

Luke turned to see Tamara. "Tamara?" "You remember me?" she laughed shortly. "How could I forget? We went to the same college." "What are you doing here? How did you find me?" "I followed you." "What for?" "It’s not just to get back at Cecelia—well, partly—but you’re a good man, and you don’t deserve a shameless woman like her." "Watch your tongue, Tamara. That’s my wife you’re talking about." "It’s understandable that you’d defend her, but do you even know what she does behind your back?"

Christian gives her a polite smile, his voice is smooth, but his eyes are still scanning me as I hold my breath when an officer approaches us. "Officer Brooks, everything in order?" Tamara turns to look at the man that perfectly describes her TO. Her face softens, posture shifting just slightly as she acknowledges the officer. "Yes." she says with a nod, her tone shifting into a more professional register. "Everything's fine. Just getting acquainted with Mr. Callahan here." She gestures casually to Christian, though the tension in her eyes is hard to ignore. "And my friend, Love Bennett." Tamara adds.

a woman’s sharp voice reported from the desk behind him. Her name was Tamara, an ice-cold cyber-tactician who had spent months executing Julian's corporate espionage without a single trace. Her fingers danced across a holographic terminal, finalizing a series of encrypted wire transfers to an offshore ghost account that didn't exist on any public register. "Giordano’s tracking partition was successfully wiped out at 04:12:03. He is completely blind right now. The extraction was flawless." Julian took a slow sip of his drink, a cold, calculated smile touching his lips as the silver icon continued its steady progress. "And Victoria?"

" 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.

Tamara wants Allison Carter dead, but doing it herself would mean crossing Xander, and she can't risk that. So she's trying to use me. Just like I used Amy Becker. Reaching out, I accept the pouch, and Tamara smiles. I hide my own smile. She might think she holds the strings, but two can play this game. And I have no intention of being the scapegoat.

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.

“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.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

His voice droned out names and pairings. The crowd shifted, whispers rising like steam from the breakfast trays—Alphas grumbling, Betas exchanging looks. Tamara leaned forward, her cowrie shells clinking against her sports bra as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s the point of grouping us?” Solana shrugged, her tank top stretching over her shoulders, but before she could answer, Timothy spoke up. “Team Seven: Aurelia of Red Moon and Tamara of Cincinnati’s WoodCrest Pack.” My stomach dropped, heat flooding my cheeks. Tamara turned to me, disappointment heavy in her gaze. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her mascara-lined eyes flicked over me as if I were an unwanted extra.

Her boyfriend, Scott, a tall, athletic guy with a laid-back demeanor, stood nearby, adjusting his tie. Tamara and Andre were the last to join. Tamara wore a deep burgundy gown with a halter neckline that showed off her toned shoulders. Her dark hair was styled in a sleek ponytail, and her sharp wit was already on full display. “Alright, y’all, make some room for me and my man,” Tamara quipped, shooing Sade and Isla to the side with a wave of her hand. “This lighting ain’t gonna wait forever.” “Girl, you better be careful before I crop you out of this picture,” Star shot back with a smirk.