Tessa Afshar Books Novels & Stories

God, I couldn't believe I had been fantasizing about my professor. It was weird. I had never been that kind of girl. I was never a fan of romance or eroticas. I preferred books or movies with strong heroines chasing their dreams. The ones where they turned down the male lead who totally had the hots for them in pursuit of a fantasy life they had in their head. And suddenly I was the girl in a raunchy W*****d book who had a crush on her hot professor. Ugh. I really hoped I didn't see him today. He might find out the kind of thoughts I was thinking about him and laugh in my face.

asked Tisha sleepily. “Yes,” I replied, turning back to look at her. “Your children would not be disappointed. You have done a lot of good things for people who owe you nothing… And you’re wrong. Kelly and Asher got their heart of gold and selflessness from you.” Then she fell into a deep sleep, and I left, closing the door on my way out. It felt good to hear that, even though I didn’t believe it to be true. It is time for Summers’s training again, and I really don’t want to go. I will be in the training yard with Summers if you need me. I linked my mates.

What got her worried was the car that was closely following her. “Those pesky humans,” she thought, “ always looking for who to rob”, not me. She decided to mislead them, so she took another road flanked on both sides by the thick forests. “They'll think twice before following into this dense bush" she increased the speed of her car and drove into an opening in the forest that was now dark but she could still see. Which is one of the many advantages of being a shifter. She looked through her rearview mirror and saw that the car was still following her.

“Where?” Tessa’s lips trembled. She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say “in the forbidden room.” Because she didn’t understand what that room really was. “Ashley… this can’t be true,” she whispered, voice cracking like shattered glass. Ashley leaned forward, gripping her cold hands. “Tess… whoever you’re working for? They’re dangerous. Very dangerous.” Tessa felt her heart stutter. Her vision darkened at the edges. Her breath came out in short, broken gasps.

“She can’t know I had anything to do with it. Tell her you saw her old work. Tell her you were looking for rare talents and you found her.” Connor’s eyebrows climbed higher. “You’re in deep with this one aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. He waved me toward the door. “Get out before I change my mind.” I left the building and felt a small knot loosen in my chest. One thing done. One less weight on her shoulders. Next was Richard Harper. I had a contact in private security run his usual spots. He drank every afternoon at a quiet café in the East Village. In that old booth with low lights. The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible.

“So, what brings you to this particular café if you haven’t learned the language of the locals? And don’t tell me you are an explorer. This place as far as I know it is off the maps.” Tessa’s picked up the steamy hold dish passed to her and walked steadily to an empty seat, facing the empty walkway. Steam blurred the space between them. She had quickly rehearsed answers that would be both honest and small: writer, traveler, recovering; phrases that would hint at movement without giving him room to push for more but what came out was closer to the truth and lighter than she had expected. “Trying not to be a ghost,” she said. The admission surprised even her because it felt like setting down a

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

i have thick thighs, a slimmer waist and small but firm breast im quite proportionate. Walking out of the bathing room i head to my so called new room. The concrete floor is cold against my feet. It's quiet as i climb into bed pulling the sheets up to my chin. Exhaustion has set in my eyes are heavy and tired slowly i start to drift to sleep but one thought rings in my head over in over as sleep consumes me." I have to escape i will not die here like her". .

Trent's face paled, and he stammered, "Yeah, Miss Thelia. I put the entire content of the vial in Asher's drink, just as you told me to." Thelia's lips curled into a snarl, and she released him with a huff of frustration. She turned on her heel, her mind racing. Where could Asher be? The aphrodisiac should have taken effect by now. The mere thought of him being with someone else made her blood boil with jealousy and rage.