Tara Hart Novels & Stories

Name: Tara Age: 15 Sexually active Appearance: sexy Personality: Slutty Due to the target not being a virgin, the host has 3 months to have sex with the target. Penalty for failure: (hidden until ready to be received) My heart pumped hard against my chest at the notification. Did the freaking system just give me another mission when I'm still dealing with the aftermath of the previous one??? What the fuck!!

“ He asked in a soft voice ” I'm doing fine, is everyone okay?“ Tara replied and asked worry in her face ” yes we have few injured but vampires heal fast “ Xavier removed her worry ” I think the power took control of me again, “ she spoke ” powers? What powers? “ Sienna asked confused ” Princess Tara is mother was from Hasteria, so she has Hasteria power but she doesn't know how to summon and control them. And when she's in danger her power seems to take control “ Xavier explained to his young sister

"How dare you bring up Preston? Don't claim that there's nothing between the two of you. "I have my bestie to thank. She's a preschool teacher here, and she told me she saw a kid who looked like a carbon copy of Preston! If not for her, I wouldn't have known about this filthy affair!" Tara continued kicking and lashing out at me with a malicious look in her eyes. The onlookers who tried to stop her were held back by the women who came with Tara. Tara looked around and snickered. "My husband is the director of a hospital who works with the Harlan Group. Which one of you dares to stop me?"

“You’re Harvey York…!” “Oh? It’s you.” Harvey simply nodded at her. Tara was his batchmate from college, although they were in different classes. She was one of the famous beauty queens in their college, alongside Wendy Sorell. Her existence was on par to a goddess, and she had tons of admirers chasing after her. Rumour had it that she pursued a career at Buckwood after graduation. Who would’ve anticipated that the two of them would meet each other here? Back in their student days, Tara felt something towards Harvey.

Reed offers me his hand, which I shake, conveying his encouragement and support. - We call Beta Tanya Tariss to be heard on the circumstances of her sister Télia Parker's death. Please come forward," says the senior advisor after asking for silence. James and Mathis each give my hand a firm squeeze and kiss the back of it before I rise to join the chair alone. - Please state your full identity. - Beta Tanya Tariss, née Parker. Daughter of Betas Dylan and Cressida Parker, wife of Beta James Tariss and companion of Alpha Dereck Swan and Gamma Mathis Blaine. Descendant of the Moon Goddess.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

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.

In fact, since she had implemented the practice six months ago, with support from Alpha Jacob, she had reduced fatalities by 90% and was getting closer to her 100% goal with every battle won. Kate still wanted more education to support her role as Alpha. As advanced as she was, it was sometimes hard to remember she was not 18 yet. She had been preparing for her eighteenth birthday celebration with her mother, while also looking for strong online programs that would allow her to remain with the pack while continuing her education. With so many degrees and opportunities being offered online, she was confident she would be able to continue with her plans and build more alliances with other p

They needed to get moving if he wanted to make the it to the airport on time. **** A tall girl of Irish descent, Tara’s long, firelight curls hugged her face and fell well below her shoulders in wild abandonment. Her finely muscled frame afforded her the strength to accomplish daunting tasks that most women would buckle under. Yet, for all her strength and power, she retained an air of femininity that brought boys flocking. Hers was the type of personality that people gravitated to. Those who didn’t were generally the controlling types who were frustrated by her ‘live and let live’ philosophy.