Tessa Gabriel Novels & Stories

When Gabi walked in, Tessa forgot all about everything to do with herself: she was unbelievably thrilled for Gabi to be back. “Argh!” Tessa squealed. “I’m so happy to see you!” “Tessa?” Gabi blinked in shock. “Oh, my God!” Tessa hurled herself across the room and hugged Gabi. Gabi returned the embrace after a brief pause, then ran her hands over Tessa’s back a bit before letting go. “How are you?” Tessa asked, her beautiful face so warm and concerned. “I’m better,” Gabi said, staring at the purple rings under Tessa’s emerald-green eyes. “How are you?”

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

Both the eyes were different. "Innessa, meet Theodore. My cousin, Maddox's twin,” Issac introduced them. Theodore held out his hand as she shook it lightly before pulling her hand back. "Theo, this is Innessa Laskin." Issac introduced her as Theodore tipped his head. "Finally, I got to see you, Ms. Laskin," Theo mused as if he was waiting to see her for a long time. "Issac talks a lot about you." He spoke.

Gabbie POV “I’m not babysitting the omega,” Serena said, frowning. I smiled at her. “The omega doesn’t need babysitting. I won the battle fair and square.” Serena rolled her eyes. “It’s a small mission. I don’t expect the rogues to be there when we show up. We can’t be that lucky. It’s okay if the omega comes,” Alpha General Silas said. “Okay, guys, my name is Gabriella, Gabbie for short.”

“What about you? What did you use to do? Before all the chaos and bay drama?” Tessa hesitated, then shrugged. “I worked as a waitress. Tiny café near the city park. Crappy pay, terrible hours. But that’s where I met…” He leaned forward slightly. “Grayson?” Her fingers froze around the cup. “Yeah.” Roman didn’t push. Tessa exhaled, her eyes unfocused, her voice distant. “He seemed perfect at first. Charming. Generous. The kind of man who’d make you feel like you were the only person in the world. I was so sure he was the one.”

Next to them, a full wall of glass reflected the bright sky and drifting clouds, the scene so picture-perfect it almost looked staged. Gabriella leaned back in her leather chair, smirking to herself while thinking, "Look at those legs and that build. Damn." Benedict reached out a hand as if meeting Tessa for the first time. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Hall." Tessa looked at him for a moment, then smiled faintly. She dropped the half-eaten apple core into his palm. "Thanks." She hopped off the desk, grabbed her down jacket and bag, and said to Gabriella, "Gabby, I'm heading out. See you later."

And that unnerved her. One unforgettable night. Without any strings attached. That had been what they both wanted. She was Gabrielle Lot an absolute nobody to his family. How had she let her guard down that night and confessed she wanted to kiss him badly. She had put down the walls to her heart and if he had entrance to it again. She would have no one to blame but herself. What was it about Tan that made her so vulnerable? That had her putting down her walls she had fought to build after the last break up.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

“Hey, baby, look who it is.” Gabriel was busy looking at the menu and was not paying attention to Gene. “What?” he answered but he’s still not paying any attention. “Baby, come on!” “What is it?” he said when she finally got his attention. “It’s Alexandra Nicole, the maker of Créatrice de Mode.” Gabriel looked more starstruck than Gene. He looked pale and was sweating like a pig. “O, hi! You’re the famous Gabriel Anderson. It’s nice to finally meet you.”