Tessa Bailey Books Novels & Stories

" I saw Tessa waiting outside , she stopped talking to a tall guy and ran to hug me. "Hey , you ." I admired her French braids, "I like what you did to your hair." "Thank you." She blushed. "You are looking sexy tonight." She touched my boobs since I was braless. I knocked her hands off. "Don't pull that gay shit on me." I jokingly warned her. Yes , Tess was bisexual , sometimes she likes boys then she switches to girls. It took her time before she could open up to me because she thought I would stay away from her because I didn't want her to throw any advances on me.

The remnants of power lingered like whispers in the dark. I set down my satchel on one of the long worktables and began organizing what little information I had. Which, to be honest, was nothing. By the time Teya arrived—hair tucked into her hood, boots muffled on the stone floor—I’d already read and reread the same set of notes ten times over. “You beat me here,” she said softly, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. I didn’t look up right away. “I had a lot to think about. Thought I'd better get started."

Beep… beep… beep… Light stabbed into my eyes. The sterile sting of antiseptic filled my nose. Hospital. Alive. Barely. The last thing I remembered was Elizabeth’s scream as Liza’s dragon jaws closed around her skull. A well-deserved death for a woman who tried to murder a child. My throat scraped like sandpaper when I tried to speak. A cough barely escaped when Liza’s face suddenly hovered over me—wild-eyed and furious. She slapped my chest. Hard. “Dominic Baine, if you ever scare me like that again, I swear to the goddess I’ll kill you myself. Then resurrect you. Just to kill you again. Do you hear me?!”

After a while Maren stepped back into the shadows again and disappeared the same way she arrived, like she had never been there at all, and Bailey stood alone for a few seconds before turning and heading back. That was when I stepped out. She froze instantly, her head snapping toward me, and I saw it, the brief flicker of shock before she controlled her expression again. “Declan,” she said, her voice steadying too quickly, “you’re not supposed to be here.” “And yet here I am,” I replied, stepping closer, “what was that.” She hesitated. That hesitation told me more than anything else. “Tell me,” I pressed, lowering my voice. Bailey looked at me for a long moment, then sighed, like she had bee

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

Her eyes burned with a lethal promise of revenge. "This isn't over, Katia," she whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "You think you've won because you have the documents? You don't know who you're playing with." "I know exactly who you are, Tessa," I said, my smirk widening into a cold, dangerous promise of my own. "You're a girl who drives cars for a living. I build the systems that tell you how to do it. Learn your place." Tessa turned on her heel and stormed out of the boardroom, her lawyers scrambling to follow her as the heavy double doors slammed shut.

The apartment feels too quiet and too tense. Talia leads me to her room The door is slightly ajar and I can see the glow of a laptop screen from inside. I knock softly on the doorframe. “ It's me, Bailey.” I announce. "Come in." Her voice is small and sounds defeated. It's so unlike the strong and confident woman I know. I push the door open and my heart breaks at the sight. Bailey is sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her arms are wrapped around them like she's trying to make herself smaller.

A chill of suspicion ran through her as she processed the scene before her. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” she demanded, her voice cold and cutting. “And you better have a damn good explanation for why you have those documents.” She had noticed Tiara acting strangely for weeks—distant, secretive, and on edge ever since their heated conversation about the baby. Now, this? “I… I… needed…” Tiara stammered, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. Before she could say more, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down to see another message from Gustavo.

She although possessed a great amount of intelligence. She had long blonde hair that was tied into two adorable pig-tales with ribbons matching her each outfit. Bailey Clayton- Presley Smith Bailey is the twin sister of Eleanor. She is the total opposite of Eleanor. Shyness is not known to Bailey! She is an extrovert who does not let anyone get to her. She stands up for herself and at the same time, is very mischievous. In fact, she is the one who indulges in teasing her classmates.

she distastefully eyed the bored model. "It's alright Elaine. " I assured her "I'll take it from here."she nodded and left,giving to me a frown of disapproval. "Flame" I said after Elaine egressed and closed the door. "Flame. " I sighed again, gritting my teeth. "Why are you here? You know I do not tolerate such nonsense. " "Baby I was feeling really horny. " she purred rubbing her palm on the front of my pants,shoving me against the desk. "Wasn't the other perfect Sebby? It was as if we made love for the first time. "