Tessa Young Novels & Stories

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

🌹TESSA🌹 Ten months ago I was still Tessa Hart, billionaire heiress to the Hart Group of Companies. I was twenty-two years old and I still believed that if I was good enough, patient enough, quiet enough, the people around me would eventually see me the way I wanted to be seen. I still believed that love was something you earned through obedience and that if I just did everything right, someone would finally choose me. I was wrong about all of it.

We’re just getting started. Helena: Always. 💛 Scene – Tessy’s Journal, Midnight Dear Me, I signed the paper. But I didn’t sign away my heart. I walked into the future, and I brought every piece of myself with me. I’m still that girl from Springfield with a guitar and a dream. But now? The world’s about to hear her. Let them listen. —T.

Elena heard this and tried to calm her down. “I’ll find a way. Don’t worry okay?” Terry smiled and patted Elena's head. This child was always blessed with a kindness that sometimes made her worry that she might be taken advantage of by others. “What is the name of the new owner? Maybe I can talk to him to give us sometimes…” Elena asked. “The new owner of this land is young master Dawson, I remember his name is Zachary Dawson…” Elena froze in place, and Terry smiled sadly at her.

Mirella’s POV “He said what?!” Tessa literally screamed, her voice reaching every tiny crease of the small cozy cafe we were currently in. She had dragged me out of the house to ‘get me out of the rut I was starting to sink in’ whatever that meant. Her words, not mine. We had ended up in this small cafe down the street from her workplace. ‘Cozy corner brews’ Tessa worked in a design firm, she was an interior design assistant, we had the same design degree, just that I, never pursued mine. I was busy playing the perfect stepford wife.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Tessa thought that Barry liked it,so she brought to him. She grew up abroad. She did not cook before. She had spent a lot of effort to make Osmanthus cake. She wanted Barry to have a taste, Tessa was impressed with Alice. Alice was a student in Barry's class, but Alice was a 28—year—old woman. Tessa knew how a man should look and react when he saw a woman. Tessa felt a strong sense of crisis. With her lightly painted fingernails unconsciously holding onto the glass container,Tessa smiled: "Let's taste it."

“Today, 5:30 PM. The M Café. Be there.” Tessa, ever the polished professional, replied instantly. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be there.” Elara’s voice dropped dangerously. “If you’re playing games with me, Tessa, you won’t live to regret it. But if this isn’t your doing, you owe me an explanation. How could you leave your identity exposed like this? Do you even understand the danger we’re in?” Tessa’s composed demeanor faltered. “Ma’am, I assure you, I would never—”

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

“No. Definitely not.” She raised an eyebrow. “That sounded suspiciously defensive.” “It’s not,” I said too quickly. “I’ve just… been focused on other things.” Tessa hummed like she didn’t believe me but didn’t pry. Instead, she leaned back against the bench, eyes closed. “You know, sometimes I forget how weird it feels to be our age. Everyone’s either getting engaged, or dropping out, or suddenly starting a skincare line. Meanwhile, I still panic over exam dates.”