Taranza Kirby Novels & Stories

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

James’ figures kept flickering through the air, attacking Taran. Taran summoned all his strength to parry the attacks. However, the formation had silently closed in on him. Taran was careless and got trapped within the formation. James knew it was his best chance to defeat Taran. With Taran’s strength, the formation would not hold him back for long. Now was the time to defeat Taran. James immediately urged all his strength. The formation immediately unleashed the Supernatural Powers that James had cultivated, including the Ten Path Techniques, Thunderous Tribulations, Dobro Eyes, Sword World, Blossoming, and Universal Sword Art.

“We don’t have the luxury of dismissing resources. She’s a risk, yes, but a calculated one.” Turning back to Kira, I added, “If you so much as hesitate, Sabrina will kill you. No warnings.” Kira inclined her head in acknowledgment. “Fair enough.” We spent the next hour hammering out the details. Rylan, the wiry rogue, was chosen as the decoy. Kira demonstrated her illusion magic, cloaking him in a near-perfect replica of my aura. It was unnerving, watching a shadow of myself stand where Rylan had been moments ago.

He only wants my submission if I willingly give it. “Kittens are also messy,” I tell him in a teasing voice. “You are not messy, but you are cute and bite.” But then, Taran's voice goes from playful to serious very quickly, “Have you thought any more about me claiming you?” I tense. Yes, I have thought about Taran claiming me, but I don’t understand it. Of course, I want it, but I want to be the only one. “I understand that your claim will keep Bryan from marking me, but what else will it do? There has to be more than it is a magical shield.”

Ryan repeats flatly. Then Tara suddenly steps directly in front of them with both hands raised like she's controlling traffic. "Oh no you don't," she says brightly. "You do not get to stroll back in here like nothing happened." Behind her, I'm already grinning while Hunter, Ethan, Aiden, and several nearby pack members drift closer with identical expressions of wicked anticipation. Lizzie freezes completely. Ryan sighs heavily. "...I knew this was coming." Tara circles Lizzie like a shark sensing blood in the water.

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

He looked very friendly, even though he was huge. "Rosemary, this is Tari," Kieran said, standing up. "He is one of my best fighters from the elite guard. From now on, he stays with you. Wherever you go, he goes." Tari gave me a polite, easy smile. "It's an honor, Luna. Don't worry, I am very good at staying out of the way. But I am also very good at breaking bones if anyone gets too close to you." I laughed. His warm voice made me feel much better. "It's nice to meet you, Tari. Just promise you won't judge me for how many cakes I eat during my meetings."

“You’re not dressed.” “Thank you, Vogue.” I pointed at the children. “I need you to help Kendra.” Tara took off her coat and hung it over a chair. “Done. I cancelled Pilates anyway.” “You never go to Pilates.” “I pay for the membership. Spiritually, it’s the same.” Arsen placed one hand on his chest. “I am the former official babysitter of these two criminals. I survived Gabby trying to cut Al’s hair because she said ‘his vibe was wrong.’ I’m ready.”

The kids giggled every time one of the Horts cracked a joke or made a funny face, while Dominic sat quietly, one arm draped protectively around Winnie’s shoulders. The Horts led Elara and Finn through glowing forests, across rivers that sparkled, and into caves filled with shining gems. Each adventure brought new challenges that required the siblings to solve riddles or help others along the way. The visuals were whimsical, and the storyline, full of small lessons about kindness and hope, kept Lila captivated.

Cassian Hale. Slowly, she faced him. He leaned against the terrace doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, the tailored black shirt of his suit doing nothing to hide the coiled power beneath. At twenty-six, he looked every inch the ruthless heir: sharp jaw shadowed by stubble, stormy gray eyes that could freeze fire, and a mouth currently twisted in a sneer that promised retribution. The party’s golden light spilled across his dark hair, making him look like some avenging angel who had decided heaven wasn’t enough. “Care to repeat that, *stepsister*?” he repeated, each word dripping with lethal calm.