Tanya Dempsey Novels & Stories

Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger. Scarlett pierced with the soggy breads around her plate with plastic fork, her voice hollow and lifeless, drained of any hope, "I'd give anything for a piece of real bread right now," she said as she chew slowly and methodically on the tough bread as if lost in thought, her jaw moving mechanically.

"I guess so." Tania, who arrived with a plate of homemade brownies, sat between Danisa and Kate. The stylish woman worked as one of the country's leading yoga instructors, and many celebrities and official wives and influential people were her friends. But Tania prefers to hang out with Kate and Danisa. She said it was a way to alleviate her longing for the mother figure who had left her long ago. "I made this myself. I learned from your recipe, Mrs. Kate. I hope the flavor suits your palate."

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

The latter was tied directly to their income, while the family's value lay mainly in whether it still could allow them to flaunt their power and status. That was why they hated Tanya, the supposedly bad woman who caused a commotion. In a pale teal dress, she waited by the door with a soft smile, perfectly balanced between modesty and reserve. Yet, a few doddering old fossils weren't buying it. Tanya rarely showed her emotions, but she briefly revealed a flicker of helplessness, as if a crack had opened in her mask. It made her look fragile. Even so, her back remained straight, like a magnolia in late spring.

“Isn't that Damian’s ex-wife? How on earth is she so bold? I doubt she's able to pull out that kind of cash." “She is Tiana, the internationally acclaimed piano prodigy. It's not that shocking that she can afford it."

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

A sharp, hysterical sound that echoed off the concrete walls. "Don't be ridiculous," I told the pathetic man, waving my hand dismissively, trying to reclaim my penthouse authority. "This is a misunderstanding. I'm Tanya Davis. My best friend is Killian Ashford. We were having a private, emotional argument. He's probably already dropped the charges."

Samuel was frantic, waving his hands, "I'm talking about Tania, the young woman in her early twenties!" The researcher chuckled, "Our Dean Tania is just twenty-five. She was the youngest dean at Kingston University. She said she's moving abroad for good and won't be coming back."

Debby reported, spelling out the word slut. "Good girl." Tania walked over and patted her granddaughter's shoulder. "You look stunning. May I?" Tasha nodded, and Tania moved to her vanity. "Sit. Let me do your makeup." Debby got up, rummaging through a drawer for a curling iron. "I'll handle her hair." "I'm already nervous," Tasha muttered as she sat down. "Should I be nervous?" Tania met her eyes in the mirror. "That depends. Who's the young man you're going out with?"

Earlier, he showed me how to walk and let me wear different kinds of shoes. “Arina, do you know what are we gonna do tomorrow?” “You mean, your schedule tomorrow? You’ll be having a training on your wardrobe.” I grimaced. “Let’s start with simple and Internet sensations. Those celebrities you’ve found online,” Tania started. She wiped the screen of her iPad, and the first picture that appeared on the tv screen was the wife of the former US President. Easy peasy. Next was an Oscar Award-winning actress, then a black British actor. Then next was Morgan Freeman.