Tara Knowles Soa Novels & Stories

“As of today, you and Mr. Adrian are in the process of getting a divorce?” Tara did not answer immediately. She simply looked at the Ashbourne Group building towering behind the reporters. The building where she had spent most of her life over the past several years. Then slowly, the corner of her lips lifted. “No.” The crowd instantly froze. “Not in the process.” Tara’s eyes shifted back to the reporters. This time, there was no hesitation left in them. “I’ve already filed.” And within seconds, the entire lobby area erupted once again with the voices of dozens of reporters competing to ask questions.

“Can I help you?” “I’m looking for Aaliyah Monroe,” I said, keeping my tone casual. “Orrin Hayes.” Tara’s jaw dropped, like she recognized my name. “Uh, she’s not here. She… she had a meeting with the Larson Group this morning, but she was late. They left, and she went home. It was bad.” My gut twisted. “Bad how?” Tara hesitated, then spilled. “They were pissed. Said she was unprofessional, a liability and lots more. She looked wrecked when she left.”

'Tara later called Rachel, “hello baby girl” Rachel responded, “You people need to be very careful because Tolu is a street guy, and I won't be surprised If he set you up over there” 'Tara said, “what do you mean?“ Rachel asked, “what you people are doing could spoil this job, and I have suffered for this job, and this job is paying any moment from now” 'Tara says, “and you are endangering my life here, they were brothers, and they share pieces of information

“It’s not worth the risk.” “Hey.” Tara reaches out and pulls me to a gentle stop, deep brown eyes meeting mine. She shakes her head. “I don’t know this woman nor your relationship with her,” she admits. “But I do know that it’s toxic and probably abusive.” She must notice the tears in my eyes because she draws me in for a hug. For a second I resist, but then I let it happen. It’s been a long time since anyone has hugged me like that. “Fuck Sadie,” Tara continues, holding me out at arm’s length as she squeezes my arms. “You’re free of her now, I promise. It’s time to stand up and live your life, girl. Do you understand?” “But I—”

"She didn't drop the corporate demands at the reception. She aborted." "Alex, listen to me," Collins says, his voice shaking. "I just got a despairing call from a man named Daniel Cho. He's a private investigator. He's the one who set up Tara's proxy shell companies." I freeze. "Tara has a private investigator?" "She has an entire team, Alex," Collins breathes. "And she didn't just abort the corporate takeover today. While the vows were happening, Tara and another operative ambushed Victor Crane in the bridal suite. They had him zip-tied and fooled."

‘Alright, if you don’t want him, then I’ll go ahead! With that, Tara stood up and walked in front of David. She reached out her right hand and said, “David, hello, I am Tara. I am a Year 3 student in the Acting Department of South River Multimedia University. Pleased to meet you. I hope we can be friends and can get to know each other more.” After she said this, the room fell silent. Patrick almost lost his grip on the microphone. Would a goddess like Tara take a fancy to David? Who would believe this?

The anchor’s voice was polished, but serious: "A video was released overnight allegedly showing Weston Carter, CEO of Carter Industries, and his former secretary Celeste Langley engaged in a sexual encounter inside Carter’s corporate offices. While the footage broadcast has been blurred for viewer discretion, the original clip—uncensored—has already gone viral online. Neither party has released a statement. Carter Industries, a family-run conglomerate founded by industrialist Vincent Carter, has seen a dip in early market trading.” They showed a red carpet photo of her alone, cropped from an older industry gala appearance. Her stomach twisted.

I questioned more for myself than for her “I find my ridiculous friend drowned between records of a music band that surely separated because the record company could no longer afford the hair gel of the group’s leader.” "First of all.” she snapped, "it's not just any group, it’s N'SYNC!” She yelled, "second, you bought me all of their records! Third, don't ever mess with Justin Timberlake's hair, you pretty much let yourself comb like him for me! and fourth and last” she paused to walk until she was in front of me “The Star Wars socks’ you wear to sleep are ridiculous!” I swear I was stunned; this was the first time I had seen her in this state, but after the shock was over, I couldn't take

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

“But this is only the second glass I’ve given you. Your sister’s already on her ninth. At this rate, she might start singing to the moon.” Tara scoffed but took the drink. “You’re trying to get me drunk.” He gave a small shrug, grin playing on his lips. “I won’t deny it.” “Come, Tara!” Taylor’s voice rang out, hands waving from the make-shift stage. Vera had taken Geri’s place now, both girls holding mics like they were born performers. “Come sing with us!” She hesitated. Amarok leaned close to her ear. “I won’t stop you. But if you sing off key like your sister, I might pretend not to know you.”