Tessa Bailey Books Novels & Stories

MELISSA'S POV I climbed down the stairs yawning from tiredness. I didn't go to bed on time last night because I couldn't stop watching the late night fashion show displaying. I loved the way they all dressed and spoke eloquently. I really want to be like that, go to school and be able to speak that way. I would talk to Asher about it, maybe he would get me a teacher so I could able to read and write. The little knowledge I have, I learnt from princess Melissa's books which helped me to understand most of human language.

My hands were shaking as I searched for Taiden's number which I immediately found. "T-Tai ... den." I almost whispered because I was so dizzy and my eyes seemed to close. "Ze? Hello Ze? Are you okay?" said Taiden on the other line. “Our...b...ba...by." I could hardly say but I'm sure Taiden heard that. "Zella ?! What happened ?! I'm coming home, baby .. Ze ?!" that was the last thing I remembered before I fainted.

Ella voiced in bewilderment when Skylar tossed her phone aside with an uncaring aim after reading the seventh rejection email. Skylar rubbed her neck, trying to ease some tensed muscles. None of this made any sense. Not even a probationary period from even one of the companies? “This IS strange.” Ella grimaced as she pushed a tiny piece of cookie into Austin's mouth while she cradled him on her thighs. ”I understand your frustration now. It's as if someone is hiding in a corner somewhere, sabotaging every...” As soon as Ella trailed off, it was as if a light bulb had turned on in their head. They looked at each other, and Skylar knew they were both thinking the same thing.

Kaelani opened her mouth— But Tessa was already going. “Wait—” her eyes widened, realization hitting fast. “Is he like you too?” She leaned in slightly, studying her. “Oh my god… he is, isn’t he? That makes so much sense!” “Tessa—” “Are you two like… mates?” she rushed on, hands flying as her excitement built. “I read about it in one of those werewolf romance books and—oh my god, that is so romantic—”

“Talk to me right now, Tessa.” I looked down away from his face, my shaking hands resting flat against his broad chest as my fingers slowly traced the hard leather edge of his President cut. “She is just like Raven, Stone, but she feels so much worse to me. She is incredibly confident. She is experienced. She knows every single part of this outlaw life inside and out. The exact way she looked at your body... the casual way she talked about your past history together in Reno... it just made me feel so incredibly small and plain. It made me feel like I am nothing but a temporary distraction in your bed. Like one day very soon you are going to wake up, look at me, and realize you actually want

She wondered who it could have been since she couldn't see anybody around. She lifted the tray and there were some slices of toast, scrambled eggs and tea. She decided to eat it anyway. It was when she was done eating that she discovered there was a note by the side of the tray that read “For Winnie”. She washed what she had used to eat and went back to her room. She wanted to go on a tour of the mansion but decided to do that later. When she got to her room, she climbed on the bed and was soon lost in thoughts…

“Oh, crap. Oh, crap, crap, crap.” “What is it?!” I feel alarmed at the look on her face. “She mentioned the sigil,” Kathleen babbles, running her hands through her hair. “She kept talking about it, and I just—I should have paid more attention. Of course, she would try and see him.” “See who?!” Quill growls, grabbing Kathleen by the shoulders and giving her a quick shake. “Who are you talking about?! Who has Taylor gone to see?!” “That man, the author!” Kathleen reveals, troubled. “The author of the book on the Blood Moon Hybrid.”

A place where I didn’t have to keep proving my worth to people who had already decided it didn’t exist. Now, with one letter, one vision, and one truth—I was a beacon. A hunted one. Tessa’s voice pulled me back to the present. “I found something,” she whispered, slipping into my tent like a shadow. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed from running. “What?” “In Madam Theresa’s book. The old journal she left you. There’s a page I’d never noticed before. It was stitched into the spine—hidden.” She pulled out the book from her satchel. A thin leather journal, frayed and worn. She turned carefully to the middle, then peeled back a false page.

Tessa Leah's voice rang out on the other end of the line, carrying that familiar edge of excitement she always had when she got her hands on a juicy piece of gossip. But today, her words were enough to make my stomach churn. "Tessa, don't you think it's weird?" she asked, her voice dropping as if someone else might be listening in. "I mean, people are saying that one of us...one of the students on this trip...was seen sneaking into Carter's room."

She slipped my more than eager cock inside her tight wet pussy before she rocked her hips and took us high to ecstasy in less than an hour. "We need to do this more, this is good exercise. I can feel my core tightening..." She babbled before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. She lets me clean her up before I slip back under the cover and hold her from behind, resting my head on her pillows needing to be as close as I could. I kissed the dip between her shoulder blades before closing my eyes and ending our day in bliss. When I woke up the next day, Tessa was gone. She was parked in her drawing room, finishing off on her grim drawings of one of her victims. It was one of the projects