Novel & Cerita Tessa Elliot Fanart

"It's exactly right." "Can I hang it in your office? So you remember?" "I'd be honored." The painting goes up in Elara's office. Visitors comment on it. "Who's the artist?" They're shocked when she says her ten-year-old son. But Ethan isn't done. He has a new project. Something he's planning carefully. Sketching and resketching. Preparing. He asks Elara for photos of Rachel Hart. "The real you. Before you died. Before you came back. I want to paint you as Rachel."

Damian nodded sharply, indicating for Aiden to allow her in. Moments later, a tall, striking woman with sharp eyes and an air of authority strode into the room. “Elara,” Tessa greeted warmly, rushing to her side. “I came as soon as I heard.” She knelt down beside Elara, her voice full of concern. “Are you alright?” Elara nodded weakly. “I’ve been better.” Tessa turned to Damian, her eyes narrowing as she took in his towering frame. “You must be Damian Blackwood. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Elliot turns to me and starts undoing my coat. “It's very warm in here, even the water,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my lips and slips my coat off. Elliot pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing an incredible dragon tattooed on his chest. I can’t help but trace a finger along it, and I trail the loops of the beast’s tail along his hard-muscled skin. The dragon’s tail goes around his side and over his back. This man is magnificent. I can see how broad his shoulders are, and his chest tapers down to a narrow waist and hips. I can’t take my eyes off him, and my tongue edges out to lick my lips as he unbuttons his jeans and they slip to the floor.

“This is a card to a private broadcasting station in Los Angeles. Tell them you were sent by Elliot Vile. They will call to confirm and you’ll automatically get the job. Ana took the card with her shaky hands and screamed in excitement. “Thank you so much, sir. You are a lot nicer than we ever thought you were. I’ll never forget you for this, sir. Thank you.” “My pleasure.” What Elliot did for my friends was sweet. Elliot couldn’t be the horrifying beast the stories said he was. I was curious to know what Elliot’s dark side looked like. “About you, Wendy?” “I used to be a designer. I was fired. But I’m good at it.”

Ella stopped what she was doing and just stared at her bitchy twin. Tate, Stephen’s sister, was a lovely girl of eighteen. She wasn’t fat at all; she had a beautiful hourglass figure most women would die for. Ella considered her one of the most lovely women she knew. Tate was beautiful both inside and out, with her kind heart, sharing nature, and chestnut straight hair styled into a bob around her heart-shaped face. The standout feature of Tate was undeniably her eyes. It felt as if you were staring into the eyes of a tiger. Totally amazing.

The jealousy was also vice versa. Taya had envied Ella since they were in high school. Ella was the Goddess of art, or so their college friends called her. Taya was never as brilliant as Ella when it came to art. She was only a common student in high school but she studied really hard so she passed exams with good scores every so often. Many preferred to be friends with Taya than Ella because Ella was quiet and kept herself to herself most of the time but Ella's creativity was beyond this univers, though. She ended up being a very talented fashion designer standing in front of Taya at the moment while Taya ended up being an employee in an automobile company she literally just quitted.

“You must be my roommate. I’m Tess.” “Hi... I’m Eloá,” she replies with a small smile. “Wow, that’s a beautiful name. Where are you from?” “Brazil.” “Seriously?” Tess widens her eyes in surprise. “Wow. I thought moving here from Arizona was a huge deal, but you definitely win that contest.” She laughs. “Looks like we’ll be sharing this room for the next few months.” “Looks that way.” “I’m kind of obsessed with organization, to be honest. I hope you don’t mind,” Tess admits. “I can’t stand clutter or noise.”

Arden and Tessa’s expressions changed. “I guess it’s fine if we tell you,” Arden said gently. “Tell me what?” I asked immediately. “My daughter,” Tessa said softly, “is… well, she’s something like a psychic. She’s half witch.” “Oh,” I murmured. “I think I’ve heard. She helped with taking down Azalea Rose.” “Yes, Calla is amazing,” Arden muttered. “And her visions are accurate,” she added. I nodded slowly. Then Tessa inhaled. “And one of her visions was that Elias… would die alone.”

But then I saw her. Eloise. She walked in with Noel by her side, the smug bastard looking far too comfortable in her presence. And trailing just behind them was Edmund, the man who seemed to take pride in orchestrating everyone’s lives, including hers. But it wasn’t just the company she kept that had my blood boiling—it was her. The way she moved, confident and poised, as if she owned the entire room. Her dress was breathtaking, perfectly tailored to hug every curve, showcasing not just her beauty but her strength. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, but what truly caught everyone’s attention was the art etched into her flesh. Her tattoos, usually hidden, were now on full display, a

I said coldly, “I’m not in the fucking mood.” Elara, the taller of the two, raised her hands quickly. “Calm down, Luna—” “I’m not your Luna,” I snapped automatically. She gave a small, calm smile. “Not yet, eventually. But we didn’t come to fight.” Tessa, standing just slightly behind her, looked like she wanted to disappear into the wall. She was so young—barely eighteen, maybe nineteen at most—with soft brown hair and wide nervous eyes which is unlike a Lycan's. “W-We just want to talk,” she stammered softly.