Tara Hart Novels & Stories

If we really want to start over again, we should be honest with each other. “Yes,” I answered, leaning on the closed door. “What’s in her, Blake? She’s nothing but ordinary,” She wiped her tears. I pressed my lips, wanting to correct her. Tara is far from ordinary. She may not have all the riches in the world, but her heart is full. The love and sacrifices she had for her family, the pride of working hard for every cent she would spend, the contagious smile and laughter she shared with everyone... I could list down more just to prove to Sadie she was wrong about Tara.

I said and went to get ready. After we reach my home, I went directly to the study. I don’t want to sit back because of this small scratch. I sat in my chair; there is the file in front of me Name as “TARA IGOR” I opened it and welcomed with a beautiful image of her carrying flowers in her hand. There is a crown in her head made with flowers. She is truly an angel from heaven. I started to read her information. “Tara Igor. Age 21, studying in ABC college. Major in Finance”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

"You ready?" She nodded unable to speak. What was she going to do? ~~~~~ Tara showered and washed her hair, sitting in front of her vanity set she frowned at the subtle lines on her face, she hated it. Opening a jar of anti-ageing cream, she applied a generous amount to her face. Tara was very serious about her beauty and skincare routine, never missing any step or any day. She was very diligent. Tara was only twenty-four but she had a serious fear of wrinkles and looking older than she actually was, she was paranoid and obsessed with looking younger. She had toned it down a bit but once she saw Elliot's new girl, she felt threatened. After the exhibition, Tara spent the day buying new produ

At the click of her black Jimmy Choo's Lance heels on the office white tiles, heads began to turn and people began to trace their way to their offices and cubicles in fear. Starr Hart cat-walked in her wine button up bodycon gown, swaying her hips in the most perfect manner as her thick brown curls bounced here and there above her hips. She acted like she wasn't noticing anything, but at the same time was noticing everything. She held her Chanel handbag low as she stepped into the glass lift, tapping away on her phone with her right hand as she absent-mindedly pressed the '12’ button with her right index finger. She began to scroll through her emails, in case of any important or interesting

If she hadn’t been into the bar for almost a week, then there was only one explanation. Hazel was in danger. Nothing could keep her from the bar for that long, especially with parents like hers and her constant need to dull the pain of everyone’s expectations. Snarl had known that Damon mon was right, that Tara did what she did and she never bothered what anyone thought of her, or at least that was how she acted. Yet after having spent the night with her, and after she had divulged some very personal information about how broken she

GIA O'LEARY I spotted Tara the moment I walked into the café. She sat in the far corner by the window, wearing all black like she was mourning someone. A sleek turtleneck, dark jeans, black gloves, and a face cap that shadowed most of her face. She looked like she’d either lost someone or was about to bury something, maybe her conscience, though I doubted she had one to begin with. I smirked to myself.

Finally, Tara replied. “Okay.” Then another message came a few seconds later. “Dad… I posted a video of me dancing last week. A solo I’ve been practicing.” I swallowed hard. “She liked it.” I stared at the words for a long moment. Nora Hamilton. The woman, currently running a billion-dollar company under a national microscope. Fighting a board member for fraud. Handling media storms. Sitting in meetings with lawyers and investors and reporters. And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, she had paused long enough to watch Tara’s dance video.

“Sounds like she’s not a fan of the fame that comes with being a corporate mogul’s wife. I don’t blame her it can be a bit over whelming being in the public eye. No privacy, freedom not to mention the gossip tabloids constantly bashing you it gets tough.” “That’s true Tara has a big heart, but she can certainly handle her own she’s no stranger to dealing with the press, due to her position with the UFCP.” “Wow sounds like she’s a wonder woman in the making to me.” “That’s my Tara alright, she has a thing about sticking up for the underdog.”