Novel & Cerita Tara Book

“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."

v A lot of good things have happened within these few days, it's almost a month that I brought Tiara home and we haven't had anything together, I don't even know why. Sara moved to her mansion already, she bought her car some days ago, even though she can't drive it, she employed a driver, her cousins were also doing very well in their businesses, they were also in their mansion too, everyone is living happily except Tiara who's always sad, and anytime I ask what the problem is, she will shun me.

Tara finds me first. "Hey, girl!" I call, lifting a hand. Tara lights up immediately and comes barreling toward me like a blonde missile. "CAT!" She wraps me in a hug hard enough to crack ribs. "You smell aggressive today," she says brightly as she steps back. "I saw Sandra before eight a.m." Tara winces. "Damn. That's rough." Tara is a wolf from Red Ridge, the neighboring pack. Blonde, blue-eyed, outgoing, loud, fearless. The type of girl who could wear a crop top during a snowstorm and somehow survive through pure confidence alone.

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.

I did the same, grasping the folded note, trying not to blush as my fingers brushed hers, and opening it underneath the table. I have questions about Marylin. Let’s meet during PE? I smiled, meeting her eyes and nodding. That is one of the things I know about Tara that no one else does, not even that stupid Alpha boyfriend of hers. Tara was a bookworm like me. It was a few years ago, when we were 15, that I found out. We had grown up together, always playing together outside around the pack forest, but grew apart when her father became more strict with her free time, so we naturally grew apart. I still saw her around school, but she belonged to a different crowd and we hardly had any c