Novel & Cerita Tarita Cheyenne Brando

Each one of them bowed their heads. “I present to you, the next Alpha of the Stella pack,” My Dad began, raising my hand, “Alpha Cato Loren!” The crowd burst into applause as I gazed out at them, my shoulders back and my chin high. “His Luna, Jessica Michaels. And his Beta, Elias Smith.” The crowd only grew wilder, their howls and whistles echoing through the forest. My parents and Blair stepped off the podium, leaving the three of us. Me in the middle, Elias and Jess on either side.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

Chantelle looked at Delcan, her heart racing. She had been hurt by her uncle and he's still hurting her, and she was wary of strangers. She didn't know if she could trust him, and she was afraid of what he might do. But there was something about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a connection. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she had to get away from him. Chantelle said No to him and turned to leave, but Delcan reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said. Chantelle pulled away, her eyes wide. "Let go of me!" she shouted. Delcan was taken aback by her reaction. He had only wanted to talk to her, to explain himself. But he could see that he had scared her, and he

Ugh! Damon sat and I got up. People stared and others whispered. "I'm Tara Deidre Morgenstern. I'm part Vampire, part Witch and part Angel." Everyone gasped and that's when it backfired. They started bombarding me with questions. I answered them all. The last two were what turned my day. "Have you found your mate?" Mrs. BattleAxe asked. Everyone went quiet. I gulped and nodded slowly. "Who is he?" She asked. I closed my eyes and opened them.

You're slandering me! I pushed her away and asked, "Why are you so nervous? Did I ever say you were the one who posted it?" Emily finally realized she had spoken recklessly out of panic. I scoffed. "There's no need to hurry—everyone can take their time looking it over, and anyone who is illiterate can just listen to me as I read it out for you." Those who could read bowed their heads to look at the printed pages, noting that the first sheet was a screenshot of a post from five years earlier with the title, "My brother stopped treating me the way he used to after getting married. I loathe this sister-in-law of mine!"

She had never responded in such a way to anyone before and wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Good afternoon, my name is Brandon. Brandon Wagner,” he said with a distinct southern drawl. He extended his hand toward her with a casual grace, but Sugar’s prancing prevented Tara from reciprocating. Brandon raised his eyebrows and stepped back, “It appears I’ve startled your mare, my apologies.” “Sugar stop!” Tara barked.

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

Tara roared. “Dennis... your brother invited me,” Brandon replied. He was both startled and mortified by Tara’s greeting. Dennis warned him to be prepared for this type of a greeting. He stressed she was suffering post traumatic syndrome and developed a mistrust and hatred for all men, save Dennis. He’d assured him it would eventually pass and that they needed to be patient. While Dennis hoped Brandon’s visit would help heal Tara, Brandon hoped it would help spur her memories. If he could just get her to remember him then she’d remember everything else and her pain would go away.