Tamara Colins Novels & Stories

It was Tammy. She had left for a honeymoon in Valeria after her mating ceremony with Jun, claiming she’d be gone for a month. Why was she back in two weeks? "How are you holding up, Collins?" Tammy asked, dumping bags of duty-free gifts on the counter. "I'm surviving. I've even put my skates back on for work," I replied. "But what are you doing here so soon?" Tammy’s face soured. "It was a disaster! It was supposed to be a romantic getaway, but Jun’s phone rang twenty times a day with pack business. I’m ready to sever the bond."

“Okay. Get in the car first and I'll get something upstairs.” "Okay." Rebeka stood up and approached her mother, she asked Aunt Mayeth to maybe kiss her cheek. "Bye, Mom, take care of yourself here, okay?" Before I could even see her kiss on the cheek by Aunt Mayeth, I immediately averted my gaze. That was what I didn’t like to witness — a mother and daughter's moment. I just sighed and shook my head when I already in Uncle Arthur's car. Anyway, my name was Tamara Palmer, a sixteen-year-old third-year student at St. Vincent Academic School. A beautiful, gorgeous cheerleader, good leader, sexy, droll, vixen, vivid, and of course, — I am the Campus, Queen.

“What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?” “She’s just unusual. She’s got little shadow on her, that’s all.” Margarette’s mind wandered as she spoke. “And, you’re worrying about her because she has a shadow?” “No. I’m worried because she’s losing her shadow, Finrod. And that lady who just left us has very little shadow left.” Realizing the depth of her thoughts, she shifted to a lighter mood and pushed the issue away. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” “I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.”

Tamara says and points at Damian with her index finger. Damian didn't say anything and only creases his eyebrows as if saying what-do-you-mean. "Oh my god. What a small world" Tamara says and touches her head with both her hands as if she's gone hysterical. "I knew you were a snake, a gigolo, and a man-whore, but I didn't know you were this bad. Oh god" Tamara continues to talk to herself like a madman. "Tamara" Damian calls out to her with his deep voice that could reach the pits of hell and eyes so cold he could probably freeze an entire desert.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

but the sound felt like chains. Emilia rose and crossed the room, pressing her palm into the cold glass of the barred window. The garden spread below, dim in the twilight. Once, it had been her only piece of freedom, a place to breathe. Now even the flowers looked trapped behind stone. Collateral. That was the word Dante had thrown at her again and again. Collateral with silk dresses, locked doors, and knives hidden under pillows. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive being caught between his obsession and Luca’s venom.

Glaring viciously at Colin, I said, "Violet really is Jeremiah's daughter. Isn't your family still waiting for an investment from the Atkinson family? If something happens to her, you'll be ruined by tomorrow!" Colin furrowed his brow and said with disgust, "So, you've been digging into me this whole time. Tammy, you make me sick. You're the one who cheated first, and now that you're flat broke, you're trying to scheme your way into winning me back?" Chelsea kicked the back of my knee, forcing me to kneel. "Seducing Colin and teaching your daughter to steal dresses—Tammy, do you think I'm dead? What are you all standing around for? Strip that little brat's clothes off!"

Tamara acts casually and talks about her problems as if she were a friend confiding in a relaxed way. "I'm sorry if I made you remember your exes." Tamara chuckled and patted Taggart's arm. Taggart started to smile. Damian, who had been paying attention, then frowned. Taggart seemed able to chat with Tamara after treating her coldly several times. Instead of being glad, Damian chose to leave. "Where are you going?" Alonzo interrupted. “I have things to do.” Damian immediately left without seeing Taggart, who was with Tamara. "If you allow me, I want to care for your girlfriend. What's her name?" Tamara offers her services as a psychiatrist.