Tara Book Novels & Stories

Tiara Villaraza—Sid Hart Montefalco. Result: Siblings. ‘No. No, that can’t be. I’m an only child. I’ve always been an only child.’ My breath hitched. The world tilted. The door suddenly swung open. It was Sir Hart. “Tiara—“ his voice caught, eyes widening in shock as e saw me kneeling on the floor, the file in my hands. I rose to my feet slowly, the papers shaking between my fingers. “What… what is this, Sir Hart?” I asked, my voice was sharp, trembling with disbelief.

“I’m very go‌od, ba‍by. Guess what—‌I got you somet​h⁠ing​.” H‌e he‍ld up a s‍leek Zara shopping bag. I⁠nside it was a⁠ red dress—sho‍rt, fi‌tted, covered in crystal-l‍ike stones. “Wow,” I‌ breathed‌. “This‌… thi‌s l‍ooks⁠ b​e‌aut‌iful. Is this⁠ because of what you read in my diary?​” “Shhhh,” he h‍ushed,‌ stepping clo​ser. “Go try it on​. I’m taking you on a d‌inne​r d‌ate tonight.⁠ Alright?”

"What the f*ck do you mean she's missing? I'm sorry, did f*ck*ng hear it wrong? Was Tamara missing?!" Ara flinched to the sudden rise of Vanluke's voice. It's the first time she's seen him so angry she listened to their conversation. Who is Tamara? Czar called her miss. Is she one of Vanluke's woman? Or someone else? Jealous began building up Ara. "No, Sir, she's not missing like missing. She called me just a minute ago. She said she's going to look for Yulia Petrov by herself."

I said and she replied you are "welcome" "Let's go to my room princess" I said to Tiara and I stretched my hand to her, she held onto it and stood up, then we went back to my room. Tiara p.o.v Sara is a pester, I can't believe she made me eat that food, I can't say how it tastes but Sara wouldn't stop asking if it's delicious or not, but could it be as delicious as sucking blood.

I leave the files on the desk and step out of the study, heading downstairs for a glass of water. I walk silently through the dark, huge house. As I pass the open archway of the library, I stop dead in my tracks. A single brass reading lamp is on. And standing in the center of the room, reaching for a book on the middle shelf, is Tara. ******************** ~Tara's POV~ The library is completely silent, smelling of old paper, leather, and dust. I couldn't sleep. My mind was spinning with Daniel's share acquisitions and Nora's betrayal. I needed a distraction, so I slipped out of the basement annex to return a book I borrowed last week.

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

“I didn’t come here to listen to your rambling and your drama.” “Drama?” Tara repeated softly. “Fine then. Let’s talk about drama.” She opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a white envelope. Her movements were incredibly calm, not a trace of pressure or nervousness visible on her face. As though she had already known exactly how this moment would unfold. But for some reason, Jimmy suddenly felt nervous watching her. “What’s that?” Adrian asked coldly. Tara didn’t answer immediately. She simply pulled several photographs out of the envelope before placing them one by one across the desk.

I know that makes me sound like a horrible daughter, but Avalara was always my escape from feeling so alone,’ she explained. I placed a kiss to her head. Her response tugged at me because it reminded me of how fucked up her life had been. No, she had not been tortured like her mother, but she was still alone and forced into seclusion. ‘It makes you sound human, not horrible. You’re not alone any longer,’ I promised her. ‘I know,’ she smiled and squeezed my hand. “1,000,000,” Tara said smugly as if nobody would bid higher. Good fucking luck.

“She might look like a bloodsucking demon from the outside, but on the inside, she’s so much worse. Trust me …you don’t want to tangle with her.” Tara shrugs as she lifts her suitcase onto her empty bed and unzips it to begin unpacking. I watch her for a moment, smitten with this girl already. She’s unabashedly her, and I like that in a person. It’s been a long time since I could be unapologetically me, too.

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm