Tara Calico Photo Novels & Stories

Tara comes out of the corner she was hiding on for the past thirty minutes, waiting for a chance to get in Marcus's bedroom to make sure he has fallen asleep. She watched him come out of the room and then collapse immediately, so she rushes to him and stands there looking at him like a little villainess. With the way she is dressed, she does look like a villainess; black leather leggings, a long coat with a fur collar and knee length high heeled boots. Her hair is ruthlessly cut short and has a spiky appearance. She gives him a little kick to see if he will respond, this lying, cheating bastard. Then she opens the door and drags him inside by the feet.

Throughout dinner, Tara’s piercing green gaze had rarely left him. Tara was a petite, scrawny old woman with a shock of brilliant blue hair framing her face. She was dressed in a floaty green kaftan that matched her eyes. Although there were lines on her olive face–around her eyes, around her mouth–she did not look a hundred and fifty years old. More like mid-forties in human years. It wasn’t very surprising. Shifters and magical folk aged a lot slower than humans.

Tara thought with a shrug, "I know I'll still enjoy it." With a catish grin Tara stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt, and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her. She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook.

’ her eyes glinted deviously as she pressed up against to mirror angling the phone so I could see her large curvy ass in the shot. ‘Oh, Jake I’ve been such a bad girl, I wish you would punish me,’ Tara breathlessly whispered as she squeezed one of her breasts freeing her nipple so I could see it pucker through the screen. I switched the camera view of a second so she could watch as I stroked my large cock. Her eyes lit up like the 4th of July. She really got into it then.

I didn't know, hell, I didn't even know why I suddenly became a curious stalker! I clicked Tamara's username then her profile showed. Her exact name is Tamara Davis. I viewed her pictures. She, like Celyn, mostly focused on food and travel in her photography. There were pictures of her with her gang and pictures of her with her two best friends. I clicked a solo photo of her which was taken on some expensive-looking beach and she was only wearing a red two-piece bikini. The photo was taken just last year so it wasn’t that old, tho.

“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.

“At first glance, maybe, but not so much when you really look closely.” “They’re completely different styles. One is like a peony—vibrant and stunning. The other is pure and elegant, like an orchid.” Tara kept her composure, her smile calm. “Maybe it’s destiny. Even when I was younger, people used to say I resembled the famous Nina.” Her words carried an undertone that wasn’t lost on those paying attention, exchanging subtle glances. It was true that Tara was young, just twenty-one and fresh out of college, with a natural beauty that exuded innocence and simplicity.

She looked familiar and with a sudden stab in her heart, Bianca thought, is she one of the Don’s children? The resemblance was there, but the features were softer and when she smiled, she looked a lot like the gorgeous Proserpina Delano. The woman beamed, revealing a pair of small dimples as he said, “Hi. I’m Tara. Tara Delano Lord.” Stepping forward, she added, “I always come to watch the fights when Claude is in the ring, to give my brother moral support.” She chuckled at some secret joke as she went on, ‘You met my brother, that dumbo, Claude, right?” And coming closer, she said with a charming frankness, “You’re beautiful, Bianca. Gawd I wish I had hair like yours!”

His eyes never stopped scanning the crowd below as he spoke. “Blonde hair, tied up in a bun, with black lingerie at table four. I’ve got someone watching her. She’s curious about other aspects of the club, but she won’t admit it. All she wants is to drink and gamble.” Rachel pointed out Tara to him. “She’s filled out an account. Put in a small amount of cash. Oh, and her name is Tara.” “Tara, eh? Perhaps I need to go introduce myself?” Cal’s eyes never left Tara as he spoke. Rachel figured he was still in his zone from the demonstration by the way he watched their newest patron.

" I hung up and shook my head. Tara really had not changed. Not long after I got home, Cassidy sent me a message. [Sophia, are you watching Tara's livestream? She's at it again.] I was not planning to bother–but when I saw the screenshot she attached, I paused. Tara was wearing my stolen designer coat. Behind her was a luxury villa I had never seen before. I clicked in. The comments were flooding the screen. [Queen, you are gorgeous.] [That energy and elegance–unreal!] I frowned as I watched. Tara posed in front of the camera, speaking in an affected tone. "This outfit? Just something I picked up casually. Only tens of thousand."