Tessa Young After Novels & Stories

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.

] Over a hundred thousand people were watching the live feed, including Tessa. Aaron looked into the camera and continued to speak. “Let me tell you a story about this beautiful woman called Tessa.” He proceeded to explain how Tessa was very hard-working and had started her own company from scratch at a young age. He explained how he had hurt her in the past and now, he was doing everything he could to win her heart. He also mentioned how it wasn't easy.

she began, her tone dripping with faux concern, "where did you go to college? William and I were just reminiscing about our university days, and I couldn't help but wonder where you studied." Tessa, taken aback by the unexpected inquiry, hesitated for a moment before managing a weak smile. "Oh, I didn't go to college," she replied quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. "I started working right after high school. I've been at a clothing boutique for years."

Then she’s gone, escorted out by palace protocol, irritation worn like armor, happiness tucked underneath like contraband. When the door shuts, our room feels wrong. Too open. Too quiet. Tessa sits slowly on her bed, staring at Briar’s now empty space. “She looked… kind of excited.” “She is,” I say. Tessa’s smile wobbles, then steadies into determination. “I’m in the next stage tomorrow.” My stomach twists, even though I knew it was coming. “Did they say who else made it?” I ask. Tessa nods, twisting her fingers together. “You asked who I saw there."

Lately, they had been too much like an old married couple. … The days that followed were peaceful. Living with Landon, Thalia got to know all of his relatives and close family friends. Eventually, she met Tessa, Landon's youngest paternal cousin. Though her last name was different, she was still a direct cousin. Tessa was in her early 20s, right at the age where everything about her was luminous. Her long, silky hair cascaded down to her waist, and she was still in college. Seeing her, the idea of a refined young lady suddenly came to life.

What game was he playing? Without another word from him, she slipped toward the kitchen, where Tessa stood waiting. The young woman was already grinning, her eyes sparkling as though she had been told she herself was about to step into a fairy tale. “Oh, ma’am, we’re going to find the most stunning dress! You’ll be the jewel of the night.” Tessa said with uncontained excitement. Eden almost envied her joy. She almost wished she could feel it too. Almost. But fear dulled it quickly.

"Babe? What happened?" I couldn't finish my sentence because Mathilda suddenly walked in, looking incredibly sexy in a red lingerie set with a thin robe thrown over it, making the shape of her body visible. She noticed me looking, so she quickly brushed her hair aside, revealing kiss marks on her neck. I pulled my gaze away and said nothing more. I stood up slowly, feeling the heavy weight in my chest again as I walked out of the room.

a girl asked her seatmates. She was known as the gossip of the class. Her name is Jessica, but she is popularly known as the “Quick ears”. She was always found mingling among her best friends Stella and Ariana. A popular girl like her is always asked for the latest news, which she wouldn't fail to deliver even without been told. Many wonders how she manages to come out average in class grades when all she did was gossip all day. Some said she slept with teachers just to attain such grades while others concluded that her friends Stella and Ariana always assisted her.

As soon as Mom stepped out the door, Tessa went into a frenzy, snapping photos nonstop at the floor-to-ceiling windows. She posted them immediately to her social feed. "Just another summer in Rainville, hiding away in my family's tiniest retreat." It was gone before I could even read it properly. Apparently, she forgot to block me. That explained why she had always forced her way into my home, in both this life and the last. She was using me to craft her image.