Tara Hart の小説・ストーリー

Tara nodded, "No one is perfect, so in 100% I'll give you 99%" Sherry smiled, she started liking Tara a little bit, "Why didn't you choose Vera as your role model?" Sherry asked, a little curious. Tara shook her head with disgust in her eyes, "She is a white lotus, i hate pretenders… She pretend to be humble and gentle but her venom is more dangerous than a snake" "Oh" Sherry smiled a little when she heard.

Inviting his mistress to our home is an intentional, nasty insult to Tara's memory. It's Lea rubbing her victory in the faces of anyone who actually knew the real Mrs. Jackson. "Don't cause a scene, Alexander," Lea murmurs, feeling the tension giving off my body. I ignore her, my eyes drifting across the room. Tara is standing near the hallway arch, holding a silver tray of appetizers. She is out of that horrible, shapeless sack, wearing the crisp black-and-white uniform designated for events. Her hair is pulled back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

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.

She tied her silver blonde hair up in a messy bun and wrapped a towel around her body walking into the bathroom to wash down. At 25, Xara was 5’10 , quite tall but very short when she stood by her husband. She had oily olive skin and the most beautiful set of brown eyes. She wasn’t lanky, but had beautiful curves to compliment her height. What she loved mot about herself was her deep dimples. Her dimples were so deep that even if she didn’t smile they were beautiful A couple of minutes passed and she came out of the bathroom in her towel. She walked into her closet and picked a black spaghetti-strapped top and lose bum shorts revealing her long sexy legs and curves.

Tara p.o.v My name is Tara Stewart , am sixteen years old. I live with my mum, step dad and my stepsister janet who I aslo call jane for short form. Before my mom met my step dad I had my dad who was a soldier he died when he was at war . And my mom was in depression and it was worrying me alot. I didn't know how to help her. I don't know what was wrong or I was curious but it feels like a miracle just happened.

Everybody in this city knew that I had fallen for her at first sight, getting anything she liked at auctions and buying her exotic cars without batting an eyelid. Anyone who disparaged her lost more than words; I made sure of that. In the matter of a few months, the obscure Bryant Group ballooned into one of the nation's largest conglomerates. Dorothy, at 27, became a titan of industry, admired and feared. I prided myself on having given her my whole heart, never expecting her to betray me. "Innocent? The first time?" I scoffed inwardly. Perhaps I should have realized when Rob first appeared and Dorothy's scent seemed to hang on him like an accusation that she had been tainted.

“Confirm it’s Tara. Now.” “It’s her,” I whispered, my eyes locked on the shadow stepping into the faint light. Tara’s face came into view—same hard eyes, same scar on her jaw from a wolf fight years ago. “Tara, why’re you here? With Brad?” “Not with him,” Tara said, her voice calm, hands up but empty. “I’m tracking him. He’s got a fake shard, working with Selene. I want the real one, Sasha. You know where it is.”

Sharma’s gaze fixated on the dance floor, her expression tinged with regret. “Just so you know, I have nothing against you, Hawthorne.” She said and when I didn’t reply, she gulped her drink in a go and set it in the counter. “A lot happened after you broke up with me and I want to hate you but I can’t.” She provided me with the information, prompting me to narrow my eyes in response. Another sigh escaped her lips as my lack of response persisted. Her attention remained focused on the dance floor, her gaze seemingly fixed there.

"Scarlett." ******

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love