Tessa James Novels & Stories

James says leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, “I should have been more thorough when we checked in.” “You know for next time, James,” Bronx stands up and starts pacing, “But now that we know, we need to do everything we can to protect Kas from Katherine. When I spoke to Milo last night, he said Tessa is doing really well at Blood River. She’s a good security strategist and an expert in Krav Maga. Speaking of which, James, I want you to have a couple of training sessions with her. See what else she can teach us." “Of course. I’d be glad to,” James nods.

And Tessa, the crazy bitch that almost ruined my life again. "What happened to Tessa?" I asked, hoping that she would be dead by now. "She was shot several times and left there when Sydney drew their attention to you, so Tessa was left there." "I hope she's dead by now," I muttered. "I'm not so sure of that. I made a research on her background and guess what I saw? Tessa is a convict and currently wanted by the current government because she broke out of jail. She has gone through several tough processes and according to Jordan, when returned to scene she was gone," Max explained.

She dropped a heavy canvas tote bag onto the floor, already deep into a FaceTime call. "Liam, no, listen to me," Tessa groaned, throwing herself face-down onto her unmade bed. "I am deadass about to drop out and become a bartender. This biology project is actually ruining my life. The vibes are rancid." Standing rigid in the dark, Vaughn barely breathed. The wardrobe squeezed his massive frame, smelling intensely of stale perfume and damp wool coats. He peered through the wooden slats, watching Tessa roll onto her back and hold her phone above her face.

****************** James arrived home after ten, exhausted and still half-distracted by everything that had been unfolding in the media. He hadn’t even closed the door completely when Tiana suddenly appeared from the dark corner of the living room. “James…” Her voice trembled, and her eyes were swollen. He stiffened immediately. “Tiana, where is Melissa?” “She’s sleeping. I—I needed to talk to you.” James crossed his arms, his patience stretched thin. “If this is another attack on Sarah, please spare me. I’m not—” “No,” Tiana interrupted quickly, voice cracking, “this is about me. About everything I’ve done.”

she said, not looking away from Thomas. “Thomas. A vampire elder.” “Who is this girl with the flaxen hair?” Thomas said. Tessa nearly swooned. “I’m thinking she’s your mate,” Xavier said. “Her name is Tessa.” Thea had started a group therapy thing years ago. She used her magic to feel into traumatized brains while the therapist was leading the therapy. She’d calm the traumatized areas and boost the happy, confident, feeling-safe areas.

Standing up, he said, “Goodbye.” “Are you Forty-nine, the creator of the Tressencia Completare Art?” Jada could not help but ask when James was about to leave. Humbly, James said, “Thanks to Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’s high regard, the Tressencia Completare Art is in the Supernatural Signature Skill Ranking.”

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

Our gazes meet and I take a deep breath to ease some of my nerves. “My name is not Juliet,” I start, “my name is not masked girl. My name is not Mother Theresa. My name is Tessa. You don’t have to be an asshole to me all the time. I am tired of you treating me like shit. It’s unfair.” Tears rush to my eyes. Great, I’m going to cry in front of the jackass, give him more ammunition as if he doesn’t already have enough. “Don’t talk to me at all rather than talk shit to me each time you open that dirty mouth of yours.”

“The other night… I went to the lake.” Valerian said nothing. “I shifted,” she continued, her words slower now. “And I thought I was alone. But someone saw me.” At that, his body tensed just slightly. “A man?” he asked, voice lower now. She shook her head. “No. A girl. About my age. Human.” He didn’t respond right away, but she saw something flicker in his eyes. Recognition. Interest. And maybe something else. Calculating. “That’s interesting,” he murmured. “Alexandro’s new bride is a human.”

she shouted excitedly. A girl walks towards them, dressed in a uniform for salesladies. She showed a professional smile and bowed to them. "Good afternoon, may I ask what you are looking for so I can assist you," the girl said. "Oh we're just looking for clothes for babies," Tara said. "May I ask how many months old the baby is?" The girl asks in a businesslike manner. Amelia reflexively held her flat stomach, "The baby's not born yet" she said and a gentle smile formed in her lips.