Tamas Novel Summary の小説・ストーリー

He clutched Liam's hand tight nodding his head as if promising, never to let go. --- Tabby

It was almost like she was tired. Without him realizing his curiosity kept on increasing. He frowned narrowing his eyes trying to understand what exactly she is... She slowly closed her eyes and leaned on the wall turning her head slightly to the side and trying to sleep on that cold floor. For Damon, it was something new... He had tortured many women before... Like betrayer. A spy or any other who tried to harm him and every time he got exactly the same result as he predicted. But this time it was different... She was different... She didn't protest... beg or wailed loudly..she just silently accepted whatever he did to her.

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.

"You know he is. My brother, Andy, had you a couple of years ago and told me some stories. Did you really make that kid urinate in class?" "Yes, I did," Kat answered, her tone serious. She hadn't thought it was funny at the time. "That was the second class I taught...it's not funny," Evan only laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sure of that, especially for the poor guy. Ah, I wish I had been there—I'd love to see The Beast in action," He stopped abruptly when the waiter made his reappearance with their plates. For Evan, a pan-seared rack of lamb encrusted with mint pesto and served with garlic green beans and new potatoes. Kat had ordered the lasagna verde with bechamel sauce and garnished with fried

Trapped Gyspy Intro- This scene is set between the 1815 in England, Tamara is a poor gyspy that was taken into custody by the duke! "Come here girl, I've got something for you"The Duke said, striding into the tent and heading for Tamara. She froze, staring at him like a frightened doe. Beside her one of the maids said nothing, calmly setting down her buckets of water and moving out sauntering away from the tent. Obviously she wasn't going to get any help from her.

"Now this is going to get worse before it gets better. You are going to fill your bones move and break. Your skin is going to stretch out to your new shape. Don't hold anything in scream if you have to." After he explains this to me it starts to happen just like he said it in words. I had to let out the pain before it eats me alive. Before I know it I am on all fours and covered in fur. "Hello, Tamara I am your wolf. I have been waiting for this moment awhile, my name is Venus. I am happy that we don't have to wait for our mate." After she was done talking to me in my head, which by the way is an uncomterbale feeling. Atla stripped down and shifted. Venus was over the moon to have her mate t

“Tamara is gone.” I looked up at Solana, who was still folding her arms, with that grim expression on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. “I'm sorry, Solana. I had her, and then her men attacked me, and then she was gone,” I said. Solana sighed before responding. “You shouldn't be sorry about this. Tamara is smarter than you all realized. What can I say? She learned from the best.” I cranked an eyebrow trying to figure out if she was consoling me or praising Tamara. It was hard to differentiate at this point.

“We should talk about what happened in the forest.” My heart skipped. I craned my neck up as he looked down at me. “About what?” I asked, blushing. He traced the line of my blush. “The butterflies?” His eyes were warm with wonder. “You erupted into silvery-blue butterflies. Then they became your wolf, Nova.” He paused, smiling like he had been given a gift he was almost afraid to touch. “I have never seen a shift like that in my life.”

What the hell is the meaning of this? But then my eyes caught Tamara running toward the forest naked as she carried two young pups and the orphans followed her, screaming in fear. Seconds later, two big males ran after them, growling and snarling in amusement, and I clenched my fists and snarled angrily. “Try to catch one of them alive to get some answers. I will deal with these fuckers.” My men nodded their heads, and I ran to where Tamara and the pups disappeared and I stood silently watching as one of the wolf males tripped her.