Novel & Cerita Tessa Young

A black SUV rolled up the drive. Tessa stepped out. She looked different… thinner, sharper, eyes hollowed by rage and desperation. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun. She wore a tailored black coat, red lipstick like a warning. She carried a slim leather folder. Stopped ten feet from the steps. The family stared. Blindsided. Tessa lifted her chin. Looked straight at Ophelia. “I’m here for what’s mine,” she said. Her voice was cold. Controlled. But cracking at the edges.

The video came to life instantly. Ares’s eyes flickered down, and for a split second, he didn’t breathe. On the screen, a strikingly beautiful woman posed before a camera, her curves dramatic, her figure impossibly sculpted. Long glossy hair cascaded down her back as she twirled in a silk dress, pouting her plump lips. Her skin glowed, her movements confident, magnetic. She looked like she belonged on the cover of international magazines—untouchable, breathtaking. And she was Tessa.

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.

Ivanna replied warmly. Tessa turned to me, beaming. “Your Highness, I am Tessa, a female Gamma of the pack. At your service.” “Please, just call me Zlata,” I responded, my heart suddenly racing with anticipation. All my life, I had dreamed of attending the Royal Academy to become a fully certified healer. Now, my dreams were finally within arm's reach. We were just about to step out when Tessa suddenly slapped a palm against her forehead. “Oh, Luna Ivanna, I completely forgot! Prince Maverick is departing soon. He wanted to see you before he left.”

Molly said. "Guys, we crushed it. Shut up." I heard Tessa say, and looked up to see her walking in from the stage, with a box of wires and cords in hand. She'd taken off her crop top sometime between the end of the set and now, and her red lacy cami was exposed. It matched her lipstick almost perfectly. She made eye contact with me and beamed brightly. "Well aren't you just stone cold sober." "She's never smoked before." Stacy said, and I nodded. "Her parents do all the time, but they're super strict with her."

"The whole castle wakes up earlier than I thought." Sipping my cup of tea, I eyed the way the servants quietly loads the carriage with my luggage as per my order. "And what brings you to wake up the same way, Luna Leaxandra?" A voice close from behind startled me. If I were some amateur, I would have choked on my tea and spill everything all over, but the thing is I'm not even close to it. So I splashed the last drop of liquid the cup has to the person behind me. "That's for startling the Luna, Hyde."

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.”

My chest swelled with pride as Willow, Jessa, and Tali all gathered on the stage. "Taylor Pankoswki, age fourteen," Willow said, her voice strong. A picture showed on the screen behind us. A young girl who had seen too much life in her years. Her blue eyes were hazy, her brown hair hung in straggles down her face. A woman in the crowd screamed. "That's my baby. That monster had my baby?" "Born January 14, 2006. Died -"

“You need to watch your mouth when you speak to her, Siren.” Siren let out a low, throaty laugh, tossing her red braid over her shoulder. “Relax your muscles, Prez. I am just making regular conversation with the girl.” She took a slow step closer to my body, tilting her head to the side as her sharp green eyes studied my features. “So you are the famous Tessa. You are the little civilian girl who walked straight into a Reaper bar and walked out holding the hand of the President. That was an incredibly bold move, princess. Most regular town girls like you don't even manage to last past the very first night in a compound.”

Cassie said. How old were you Cassie and don't lie to me!" Nathan said calmly. Cassie knew her time was up. "I was five." Cassie said. "Five what Cassie? A five-year-old child?" Nathan asked. "Yes, ok I was a five-year-old little girl." Cassie said trying to control the tears that she wanted to cry. "How old were you when you discovered you were a vampire?" Nathan asked. "I don't remember Nathan," Cassie said. "Were you about twelve or fourteen?" Nathan asked