Tessa Gabriel Novels & Stories

“Sir, I’ve found out that Miss Tessa is not an employee but she’s the CEO of Tessa’s architectural firm. She lives along Sandton Street on the third floor of the Sandton building in apartment number 307. I couldn’t find out if she has kids. The tech team said the system was suddenly wiped before they could find out more.” Aaron sat back in his seat, crossed his legs and stroked his stubbled chin. He didn’t expect Tessa to have started her own business. She had really changed indeed. But that made him admire her more. She had been through a lot but she still managed to thrive through it all.

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

What he didn't know at the time was that would be our very last kiss. I, Gabriella Martini, am dead now. I lived. I sure as heck loved and last but not least, I laughed. Enjoy and live your life each day as if it's your last. Goodbye ~ Gabriella Martini.

"Scarlett." ******

He laid Tessa down on the sofa, his hands moving over her body with a feverish intensity. Tessa let out a loud moan, her head falling back. "Gabriel... make me forget. Make me feel like I’m the only one who matters." "You are the only one, Tessa," Gabriel lied, his voice muffled against her neck. "You’re a Grey. You’re the queen of this city. That girl is nothing compared to you." The apartment was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes being torn away. Tessa wasn't thinking about love. She was thinking about revenge. She was thinking about how she was going to use Gabriel to get exactly what she wanted.

Isabel was in her younger sister’s bedroom watching her as she played with her doll house. Teresa was Isabel’s world. She adores the young child with every fibre of her being and will do anything to protect her from harm. Isabel isn’t the only one who feels that way about Teresa, so does her parents.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

She was glad he was okay. Afterward, Tessa went ahead to stand next to the restaurant's employees. There were quite a lot, and she stood next to the few she knew; Marissa. “Those bitches will pay for harming Mr. Gabriele. So don't worry, 'kay Tessa?” The extremely tattooed, rebel-looking but overly sweet Marissa whispered to Tessa. “I'm already working on it!” She snickered, recalling how successful she almost is in taking Maria's spot in being a ballet dancer of the W Empire, the biggest entertainment industry.

“You live here?” She tilted her head slightly. “Who are you?” I smiled. “I’m Gabriella. I’m working here for a while.” She narrowed her eyes, suspicious in the way only children who’d seen too much could be. “You work for him?” “Him?” “My dad.” I blinked. “Your dad is…?” “Isaac Langton,” she said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But you don’t look like the others.”

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance