Tessa James Elliot Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thank you Ella 💜

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

“She’s here to kill you and you let her out of the damn cage?” James is on me as soon as I step out of the bathroom. I snap the door closed quickly so Elle can’t overhear us. I knew this was coming but I thought my Beta might bite his tongue just a little longer. He’s wearing a clean pair of joggers and nothing else; his tattoos are on full display and his eyes are dancing between blue and hazel. I always thought it strange how his eyes change like that after shifting.

James said to Tessa. "Ooh, so the bracelet you got, you are planning to resell it later on for a higher price?" Tessa asked James. "Not really, I actually want to give it to someone," James said to her in reply. "Who?" Tessa asked James who immediately turned and looked at her because of how desperate she sounded when she asked the question.

It was a gaze that made you feel as though you were the most important person in his world. Eleanor raised the corners of her lips in a mocking smirk. She had been deceived by that feeling, using all her income to support James so he could concentrate on his art and chase his dreams. In the end, pouring her heart and soul into him had only rewarded her with an ungrateful opportunist. After falling in love with Cassandra, James had abandoned her without a second thought.

Gradually, he flipped to another page, and in the progressing ones, ice shattering photos of a young Tessa blessed his eyes. The color of her hair steadily varied, and her slightly perplexing eyes always stood out. In every one, Beth and Elias were with her. Doreen smiled delightfully — his angel had a very wholesome childhood; he was joyous. His childhood was toxic yet that fact effortlessly became non-existent whenever he remembers Tessa. “Oh? So this is Octavia.” Doreen mumble was drowned by Beth and Elias' nonstop bickering. A photo of Tessa — assumingly a pre-teen with red hair — Octavia quietly observed. Eventually, Doreen flipped to the next page, and Beth tore her attention to it.

It's difficult to focus on more than one things for her damaged mind. Elliot looks at her, admiringly before he takes off his blazer, throwing it on the floor. He unbuttons his white shirt underneath, revealing his perfect abs. But it wasn't his abs which he was trying to flaunt, it was the tattoo on it. A smile appeared on Sage's face when her gaze fell on his abdomen, with shaky fingers, she traced the black ink on his smooth skin. " You love butterflies, don't you?" Elliot whispers, looking at Sage admiring the butterfly tattoos that were scattered all over his abdomen.

Next time, I wouldn't use makeup. *** I blinked back the burn in my eyes at the memory. My phone buzzed against my thigh as Ryan walked out of the room. My stomach cramped when a photo of James with bandages wrapped around his head popped up. Elliot; Remember what he looked like? This is him. I hated when Elliot sent me photos of James from years back more than I hated his reminder of the options I had. They were a constant reminder that I had nowhere to run to. Of course, that was his intention. To torture me with the uncertainty.

She flipped her hair being playfully dramatic. "Ladies, i will see you tomorrow." Tessa interrupted waving at them as she made her way out of the locker room. "Bye." They said in unison. Tessa was one of the girls they worked with, she had blonde hair and pretty somber grey eyes and quite tall for a lady 5'11. She was really sweet. "So is he good ?" Della asked.

Tessa wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I can resign," she whispered. "If Nora hates me that much, I'll resign. I don't want to be the reason you lose the woman you love." Elliot turned to her immediately. "No one is asking you to do that." I closed my eyes for a second. There it was. The answer, plain and final. He could not bear the idea of Tessa leaving the firm, but he had been able to leave me standing alone in a wedding dress. When I opened my eyes, Elliot was looking at me with something close to pleading.