Tessa Young After Novels & Stories

Tessa lifted her head to look up at the ceiling of the warehouse, which she thought was more elite than the place where she was kidnapped as a child. "At four years old, I was kidnapped and beaten, and at twenty-four, I was kidnapped too, so actually, I can already be an action movie actress." Tessa was laughing at her unlucky life when she had just spent her birthday last night. And apparently, this was the gift she got from God. "God... What genre did you give me for my role? Why is my role always endlessly unlucky." Tessa cried because of the pain in her face. She thought this would ruin her pretty face. Which she usually used for her livelihood.

I guess I'll be going dancing tonight, I thought. After I got off work, I went to the club. It didn't take too long before I spotted her at the VIP lounge. Her fans were standing by the enclosed area trying to grab her attention but she continued to ignore them. "Hey, Katie!" I screamed and waved my hands frantically. "Sorry, I'm not taking any more selfies," she said and went back to her phone. "Um, Katie, this is Ariel Young, I'm Ivan Adams's assistant?" I said.

"Don’t go back. I’ll fetch her myself. It’s almost lunchtime anyway." I walked past the sixteen-year-old godchild of Yaya and headed quickly toward the waterfall. I wanted to scold Tessa. Why was she brave enough to go to places like this with someone so young? What if someone else wandered here? Although not many people came here because it was far, there were still some tourists who sometimes visited to swim. When I arrived, my eyes immediately searched for Tessa — and froze. She was standing under the waterfall, wearing a white dress. It was completely soaked, clinging to every curve of her body.

Fiona, you wretch, don't think Gabriel will come to save you. From today on, there will only be me, Tessa Darwin, in this world. You will cease to exist! As the most beautiful and talented woman in Springvale City, Tessa had been showered with praise and admiration since childhood. People praised her skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and her beauty as being akin to a celestial being, capable of toppling kingdoms. But now, the appearance of Fiona had sparked a huge sense of crisis in her. There was no way she would allow a country bumpkin who looked exactly like her to become the center of attention. If Fiona became the focus of everyone’s eyes and had a scandalous private li

Tessa’s POV When I walked into Hanna’s room, she was curled up on her bed with tears spilling out of her eyes. My heart broke for her; she was a young girl, around 22 years old and she wore her heart on her sleeve. I’ve heard this about her the last couple of times we’ve talked, but I really don’t know anything else about her. I was going to make it my mission to know everything I could about her and the others though.

The entity I would come to know as my wolf soul — Stella. One minute I was a helpless and fragile girl, the next I was an adolescent wolf. The light of the full moon illuminated my pale blue eyes and thick, dusty colored coat. I was now towering over my parents, staring down into their lifeless eyes. I don’t even remember much about my first transformation, other than the fact it was painful. The sadness blocked it out. I just remember what happened next.

RHYSAND "Are you ready?" I asked, walking toward the ladies. Tessa gave a short nod, her eyes flashing with determination. Bridgette held onto her hands, giving them a small squeeze before giving the go-ahead. I signaled the cameras to start rolling, then headed toward the end of the room to watch them work. Two cameras started rolling—one for legal backup and the other for press. Tessa's voice trembled as she recounted her time with Alia. Her eyes welled with unshed tears, remembering the abuse and bullying Alia had meted out to her for standing up to her.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

On her third year she could almost play all current pop songs, and sang with her favourites. Tessa met Rosemarie again after four years. She was cruising along Greenbelt shopping centre and bumped into her. They sat in the same ice cream parlour and talked for hours. Her friend told her the story: after high school she became an activist, disenchanted with what’s happening to her country and went to the mountains. That was the reason she disappeared suddenly.

“I’d love to see how an eighteen-year-old girl plans to survive with a sixteen-year-old sister. You’re both fools.” Tessa turned one last time, eyes blazing through her tears. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But at least we’re not leeches, Mr. Tiago.” And with that, she opened the door and walked out of the mansion—her mother’s home—for the last time. ~~~FOUR YEARS LATER~~~ ~~~ Velvet Ember Bar, Sydney ~~~ The bar pulsed with its usual rhythm — clinking glasses, low laughter, and the hum of neon lights cutting through dim smoke.