Tara Book Novels & Stories

Warning!! Warning!! Warning!! This book is rated 18+ and there is a lot of violence, forced sex and rape that might trigger and make some readers uncomfortable. I’ll advise you to please skip this story if you’re a sensitive reader. Tara POV It’s been a week since kai broke into my home and offered me a stupid deal. I’ve been ditching school since then. Kim has helped me a lot, we managed to convince the principal to let me do my school work from home. I was very reluctant to even ask, but Kim can be very persuasive.

So many questions ran through my head as I stared at the small girl in front of me. “You just have to….” “How did you know all these?” I cut her off because she could say anything else. “How did you know about my step sister and my infertility, huh?” “Tara is a seer!” She answered, as though she wasn't referring to herself. “She is a soul empowered by the moon goddess to say the truth and bring peace to her people.” Her irises were no longer their usual brown—now, they were white. A seer! I see. Now I know how she could say those words. Before I could stop myself, I bowed my head at her. “Bless you, Tara!”

Her parents died in a tragic boat accident two years ago and she had to move from London to live with her uncle and his family. Tara was nice and all, but she has a tiny problem. She was damn possessive of….everything. Her toys, her car, and even people she decides her hers. Sarah was the first person who warmed up to the shy english girl who lost her parents and so Tara had imprinted on her like a baby duck. But that was the way Sarah rolled. She was the charmer, always needing to put people at ease. Tara? That girl wanted Sarah to always be attentive to her and her only. Remind her that as a childhood friend of Sarah’s you had first dibs, then she was going to make the whole damn house unc

I had Tara in my life but it still wasn't enough for me because Tara was nothing like Chelsea. "My Chelsea." Her memories always brought a bitter taste in my mouth. Her memories were still raw; they burned me like acid. For the past ten years I've learnt to mask my feelings and show no emotion. Being at rehab taught me to be cold and stone hearted. A year later when I was released I met Tara. She was very beautiful, young and vibrant. She was in her early twenties. She was a model. She had blonde golden hair and blue eyes she had a petite body just like an elegant ballerina but like me she lacked one quality.

I was the only person who had removed her from the confines that depicted her like the scum of the earth, now she was a blossoming flower who was foreign to this world and yet it was a world where she sought to find herself. “I wish I could change events from the past,” I murmured to myself. Cian pulled away from me as he examined the sad look that haunted my eyes, I was capable of many things but the one thing outside of my grasp was wiping away the pain that one felt. A scar upon a soul wasn’t a fickle thing as it held a greater impact on a person and their future then they realized, I was determined to be the reason to guide my friend towards a better life, a life that distracted her from

I said and went to get ready. After we reach my home, I went directly to the study. I don’t want to sit back because of this small scratch. I sat in my chair; there is the file in front of me Name as “TARA IGOR” I opened it and welcomed with a beautiful image of her carrying flowers in her hand. There is a crown in her head made with flowers. She is truly an angel from heaven. I started to read her information. “Tara Igor. Age 21, studying in ABC college. Major in Finance”

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

Tara closed her eyes and began to speak. She told us everything — the plan Eliora pitched her when she was still a scared girl in a dirty Miami motel, the fake birth certificate, the hush money she never spent because she was too afraid to touch it. She spoke until her voice cracked, until the wind off the ocean whipped her hair into her mouth and made her look like a ghost caught between leaving and staying. When she finished, I clicked off the recording and let the night swallow the last echoes of her confession. Tara stepped back. “That’s all I have.”

“I can never get angry at you, You know that right? Tara said and the two chuckled. Tara had been a good friend to her and if she ended up betraying her like Cassidy, her world might crumble again. The two walked towards the cafeteria side by side, They both sat at the window side at the Cafeteria, Tara could easily notice some unusual and unfamiliar stares on them especially since when they had walked in, It was quite uncomfortable but She totally ignored it and pulled out her phone instead. She kept strolling and going through her phone casually but It wasn’t long for her to sighted some unusual news and then looking at it carefully it was about her Best friend Hailey. Her eyelids dropped.

The woman studied it, then looked up at Tara. “You have something beautiful coming toward you,” she said. Tara crossed her arms. “Everyone has something beautiful coming.” “But you,” the woman continued, unfazed, “you’re going to try to ruin it.” Tara blinked. “You’ll try to shut it out,” the card reader went on. “You’ll convince yourself you don’t deserve it. But the universe has already decided. It will happen anyway.” For a moment, Tara forgot to scoff. She laughed it off quickly. “Well, that’s dramatic.”