Tashi Rodriguez Novels & Stories

Heels rapping smartly on the concrete, she looked at her watch and waited for him to return the change. She was a little over five feet tall, dressed in fitted black trousers and a matching blazer. A large shoulder bag was slung to her right, blocking half her body from vision, failing, however, to hide the alluring shape of her chest. Her thick black hair highlighted with a bold auburn shade fell to her shoulders in cascades, casting shadows on her pale face. Her full lips were painted red and the epicanthic folds in her eyes were rimmed in black kohl. The woman’s name was Tashi Chotten and today had been her first work anniversary as a graduate trainee engineer at a reputed EPC firm in New

After dealing with Clara, then Dana and her husband would be the next victims. *************** Tara Cruz, the largest share owner in Cruz company and one of the most influential decision-makers in many companies sat down on her seat in front of all the board members and bowed her head in greeting before the meeting proceeded. Maria and her two sons were also present at the meeting and as Philip suggested, Tara was the best person to come to for advice regarding companies. Looking at the document presented to her by her colleagues, Tara flipped over the documents carefully, reading the amount she could absorb into her brain then she closed the file and sighed, "So you want to take over the Sa

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

My brain scrambles and tries to make sense of everything. The scent of fresh water hits me. As I turn my head I see Ashleigh is sitting on a chair next to me, tears streaming down her face. Zander stands over her holding her trying to comfort her. A new scar adorns the left side of his face running down to his shoulder and arm that is now all bandaged up and supported by a sling. It looks like it’s been slowly healing and is on the mend.

She said coyly, "Leon, about the brand I represent…" Leonardo leaned back slightly and took a sip of whiskey. "Someone will get in touch with you. You can go now." She gave a sweet "Okay" and went back to the bedroom to change. When she returned, I recognized her as Tasha Monroe, a rising mixed-blood model in the fashion world. Rumor had it she was a hybrid of black and snow wolf. As she neared the door, Tasha stopped and sized me up, then turned to Leonardo, her grin playful. "Leon, this is your mate, right? Human? Is she better than me in bed?"

“That surname… it belonged to a woman. Decades ago. One of the few who left the rogues and tried to live among us. She was killed before she could ever settle. As far as I know, she was never connected to the rogues. An enemy to all. Rogues hated her presence, would not take her in, and the wolves had her exiled.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know her name?” “Liana D’Amaris,” I said quietly. “A witch-blooded wolf. She was one of the few who managed to walk out of their lands alive, and the only one who had ties to the old rogue bloodline.” He exhaled, closing the file. “If Lorenzo is her descendant, or tied to her line, that means he’s not just playing business. He’s playing revenge.” “Ex

I had to give her some credits, she did have extensive tastes. I walked over a pile of steel rods that had corroded over the years, walking a few steps before halting suddenly. "Block......B" I raised my head, my eyes lingering on the two feminine silhouettes on the rooftop who seemed entangled in some kind of a heated argument. Even in the darkness, it wasn't that hard to discern Irina petite frame, especially with the soft glow of the moon casting it's light on her. "Let go you damned bitch!!!"

“Alpha… who’s behind it?” I met his eyes. “Her name is Tatiana, also known as Marissa.” I said. “She was presumed dead within the pack years ago. Had it not been for her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. However, there has been a shift, and somehow, she’s not. She’s walking again. Bringing things with her. Things that should’ve stayed buried. And whatever she has as a reason, it is not going to be ending in our favor.” Another voice from the back, female, strong. “What does she want? We were her family, why would she be attacking us?”

She dared and I gave her the sweetest smile I could muster before reaching for the bottle of wine that's on the ice bucket. "I changed my mind." I said and poured the wine down on her chest and she screamed. Everyone's watching and mumbling or whatnot all to themselves and I have never felt so proud of acting this way. "You bitch!" She screamed and fisted my hair in her hand and I did the same. She wanted to humiliate me, then be it! I can never and I will never let anyone step on my pride without giving a fight. "Alicia, let her go!" I heard Cyrus shout as he wrapped his arm around her waist, getting her off of me.

“It is said that a day will come when an emerald green will take all that blue holds dear. Eye will meet one, and the war will never cease to end.” The Alpha’s mother said, looking at the green eyed slave, her name was Liana. “A twine or bound, one unbreakable, as her name would mean. And the reign of him who rules will be with her.”