Tessa James Elliot Fanart Novels & Stories

James was infamous in the underworld for never sparing anyone who dared to touch what he considered his. "So, I suggest you leave this place," James continued coldly, "and make sure you never go near Sirena again. Or that port and warehouse will be just the start of your downfall." Elliot clenched his fists, seething with anger, but he knew challenging James was unwise. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, his face tense, a mix of rage and fear. After Elliot left, James turned to Sirena, who lay weakly on the couch. Gently, he adjusted her position to ensure her comfort. His gaze softened as he looked at the woman who was his beloved.

"Why don't you ask her? Oh wait, you did. And she told you to leave her alone. Take the hint, darling." She hung up. James was watching me carefully. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking my mother is poison. And I'm thinking I need to find out if Elara has really moved on." "How?" My phone buzzed. An email from my private investigator. Subject line: *Eleanor Bennett - Full Report*. I opened it and my stomach dropped. James leaned over. "What is it?" I couldn't speak. I just showed him the screen. The first line read: *Subject has been seen multiple times with Marcus Chen, owner of Chen Gallery. Relationship appears romantic in nature. Photographs attached.*

Mariah knew that this was a marriage of convenience, as did Beta Leo and Gamma Erik. My mind shifted back to the present moment as I stood in front of Elliot, wide-eyed at his suggestion. “Are you sure?” I finally asked him, feeling suddenly breathless. Instead of answering, he started to unbutton his shirt. My heart nearly leaped into my throat as his abs were revealed to me. He slowly slid his shirt off his body and placed it on the chair on top of his jacket. “Do artists usually have nude models for painting? Do you like that?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

Waleria looked at James and asked, “What’s next for you, James?” James replied, “The greatest boon within the Chaos Battlefield is the Herstellen Art. It’s not inferior to the Tenfold Realms Transcendent Sutra and the Tenfold Realms Transcendent Art. Naturally, I’d like to compete for it. However, there is one more person I need to take care of—Teresa.” James gritted his teeth at the mention of Teresa. He never expected the dainty, ethereal-looking woman to have secretly schemed so much.

As long as Elliot cut off ties with Lord Vedastus, he could join Thomas’ camp? Elliot believed that Thomas would not reject his participation. The more he thought about it, the happier he got. Elliot gritted his teeth and said, “Fiora Vedastus, you forced my hand. Just wait. After I join Thomas’ camp, I’ll bring people back here and demolish your entire Art Trading Corporation!” Once Elliot made up his mind, he quickly packed his stuff. Then, he secretly sneaked out of Art Trading Corporation. He got into a cab and rushed to Thomas’ Food and Medicine Hall.

In the video, a model was strutting the runway. “She’ll be coming to Elitis High soon,” she said, but I didn't seem to be interested. It definitely was one of Liana’s random gossip sessions about other people’s affairs. “Ava, don’t you know Tessa?,” she asked when I didn't say a thing. “Tessa Walker, daughter of Helen Walker,” she said, staring in my eyes waiting for me to confirm what she was saying but I stayed calm. “Her father’s late, but she’s a famous figure in the modeling industry and she’ll be coming to Elitis High soon.”

"Yes, I've recovered." A customer walks into the shop, and I go to sit down. She looks like a freaking Barbie. She has extremely blonde hair and blue eyes, and she has huge breasts. The breasts are faker than my smiles that I give to the teachers when they call on me for questioning. Paul goes back to his office, Skyler sets up her station, and James sits next to me, since once the tattoo design is done, I have to pass it to him. The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face.

Then he stepped back, fixing his clothes. “You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, but his hands lingered on my waist. “Neither should you,” I shot back. “But we can’t resist each other.” We slipped out separately, pretending like nothing happened. But as I returned to Jayden, my phone buzzed with a new alert. The magazine article was live. “Billionaire CEO Elliot Travis Pays $15,000 For Unknown Artist’s Work” I stood there stunned, wanting to know who the unknown artist was. Not knowing it was me.