Tessa James Novels & Stories

Yes, thats not a job that I would pursue but when it comes from him and knowing it's just to protect, me makes the statement a whole lot bearable. "Is she mute?" The highlighter lady whisper-shouts. "Maybe deaf?" Yosef counters. No response. Not a single person speaks after that. Cole's eyes are on me, Zack stares at the floor and highlighter lady and Yosef examine me. Inspecting the nothingness who is Isabella Grys. "What?! No you dickheads, she can talk and hear perfectly fine, she's just quiet." Coles good at this, lying on the spot. "I'm Caydence." Highlighter lady snarls adding a fake smile to the disaster of a sandwich.

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.

“Net worth?” Rose nods. “Yep. Tessa is an actress. A part-time model. She’s rich, rich. Worth about four million. You should totally check out her Instaagram.” I nod too much to form a coherent reply. “Yo! You do know there are other celebrities besides Nikki?” I know that but I’m not interested in acting or modelling, why would I be invested in it? Amelia probably knows Tessa because modelling is her thing. Only that she doesn’t talk about it anymore.

Her eyes burned with a lethal promise of revenge. "This isn't over, Katia," she whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "You think you've won because you have the documents? You don't know who you're playing with." "I know exactly who you are, Tessa," I said, my smirk widening into a cold, dangerous promise of my own. "You're a girl who drives cars for a living. I build the systems that tell you how to do it. Learn your place." Tessa turned on her heel and stormed out of the boardroom, her lawyers scrambling to follow her as the heavy double doors slammed shut.

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo

Not in this. "Could the celestial silver have made this side of her dormant for so long that it's unmanageable? I mean, she hasn't shown us near of what she's capable of," Tate said. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He rubbed the scruff on his jaw tenderly in thought, his muscles flexing obviously with that one movement as he stared at his mother expectantly. He's such a fine male on the outside, but inside he's a piece of work.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

“Alpha… who’s behind it?” I met his eyes. “Her name is Tatiana, also known as Marissa.” I said. “She was presumed dead within the pack years ago. Had it not been for her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. However, there has been a shift, and somehow, she’s not. She’s walking again. Bringing things with her. Things that should’ve stayed buried. And whatever she has as a reason, it is not going to be ending in our favor.” Another voice from the back, female, strong. “What does she want? We were her family, why would she be attacking us?”

Her hands stayed by her side, clenched tightly in a fist, absolutely unable to say anything. "Hey!, don't you think that you're too lofty for a trashed up limp?!. Do you know that Jason is one of the sponsors for this movie - without his financial aid, this movie would definitely flop"- I listened to her trash talk repeatedly in her incredibly annoying high pitched voice. I had my hands over my forehead, feeling a sudden wave of headache coming on from absolutely nowhere. "You're done?." - I asked,my voice low and almost exhausted. "Are you done saying nonsense?" - she paused, her eyes staring at me widely in disbelief.

I press his cracked jaw forcefully until I see him struggle to gulp it down. I clean my hands on my pants as they are already stained with coffee before. "Jax! I’ll tell you a secret. I found my mate today... But I don't want him." I say the bitter truth, the truth that is devouring me from inside. I just need someone to talk to. And torture.