Tessa James Novels & Stories

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

Seventeen-year-old Mila Carter asked her literature teacher. Mr. Burns was always glad to have Mila in his class because she was smart and she always had questions to ask. "Miss Carter, they all had their reasons. Believe, parting from your loved one is very painful especially if you lost many loved ones before. Since then, King Thomas, also known as Yale, ruled the kingdom with peace and love for all his subjects," Mr. Burns ended his class. Mila shook her head and continued taking notes. "Miss Carter?" Mr. Burns asked after the class.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

I wasn’t trying to be better than anyone—I was just trying to survive here. “Can we just forget this?” I muttered, brushing past them, needing space. Emris smirked. “The accident really brought a lot out of you, Elena.” I rolled my eyes, too tired to argue. I wasn’t Elena. I was Tessa—trapped in someone else’s perfect skin. “I’m going to see our math teacher,” I said simply, turning before either of them could press further. ***

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

She failed to see how that would be beneficial to anyone. “Our first pair, Emily from the beginners,” Coach Henderson started. She didn’t even have to look to know the Omega was a trembling mess. It was worse now with whatever spell had been cast on them. “And Ava.”

He's just been delusional but I just had to play alone. He had forwarded a video of Tessa, giving a speech in her brand launch. Curiosity gets the better part of me as I quickly opened the message and tapped on the video. My heart sank as I read the caption on the video. "Billionaire heiress launches her fashion brand in New York" My stomach tightened with dread as Tessa appeared on the screen, her beauty radiating like the morning sun. I almost didn't recognize Tessa, she looked more sophisticated, elegant and pretty as usual, even though I hate to admit it.