Tina Brandt Novels & Stories

Tina can’t help the surprised expression on her face. Could it be true? Could the female alpha and that omega bitch be the same person?

Linda's skin prickled. "I--I can do it myself," she said, her voice a little too soft. A little too defensive. Tina finally turned and met her gaze. Her eyes didn't blink. Her mouth didn't smile. "Mrs. Garrett," she said, voice low and clipped, "stop this nonsense." Linda opened her mouth, but Tina cut her off. "I've seen hundreds of naked women. Every shape. Every size. Every age. I work with bodies. Yours is no different."

Tina claimed that she'd taken her size from the boutique they'd brought her dresses from the day before upon Dmitri's suggestion so she was sure everything would fit her perfectly. "Now, I've already selected the shoes that would go well with the dresses I've brought as well as some casual shoes that you'll obviously need but I need your shoe size so I can order them," Tina quickly explained in one breath and Trinity was slowly realising that Tina had a habit of talking really fast when she was excited about something. "I'm a size 6."

The smell of leather and luxury clung to the air. Clarissa Vale, heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire, crossed her legs slowly, the sharp line of her thigh-length skirt riding up just enough to make the air inside the vehicle thinner. She tilted her head, watching the rearview mirror—not for traffic, but for the man whose hands gripped the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from sin. “Eyes on the road, Mr. Brandt?” Her voice was like honey edged with smoke. He didn’t answer. He never did. Calvin Brandt was six-foot-four of muscle stuffed into a crisply tailored black suit, with ice-blue eyes and a jaw that looked like it was cut with precision steel. Silent. Stoic. Controlled.

“I did, actually. He should be here soon.” Betty raised an eyebrow at me. “Who is it?” Before I could answer, Tina emerged from behind the changing screen, dressed in our female outfit—a plaid skirt and vest set with a structured white blouse underneath. She looked absolutely stunning, the wool fabric both hugging her curves in all the right places and puffing out in all of the right areas. The pleated skirt that I had painstakingly made last-minute looked perfect on her; I couldn’t have been happier. “Tina, you look amazing!” I gushed, running up to her.

I followed him back and reposted his post with a salty caption. "Be ready to take your own taste of medicine MISTER SMITH." -Tina "I would rather taste that coffee we 'talked' about MISS NEWBIE." -Braden And so began the friendly SNS war between me and Braden.

The Alpha King's Beta and personal attendant, Hyde Glaizer leisurely made his way in. "And what gives you the right to get your filthy asses in the Luna's chambers?" Claude's voice is raising by now. "Need I remind you, Beta Kaize, you're talking to the Alpha of all Betas. Know your place." "And you're talking to one of the Luna's subject." I seethe. Seeing the scene was already enough to frustrate me, yet I chose to hold it all in and walk out without another word. "Quinn!" I knocked the doors of his study open without any second thoughts. "What is the meaning of all this!?"

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Tina shakes. “It’s okay Tina,” Crystal rubs her Beta’s back. “We will kill her for real this time.” “She mentioned three boys,” I tell Crystal. “I don’t know how old or if she is lying.” “I’ll find out, what name has she been using?” Tina reaches into the van and pulls out the purse I didn’t notice Amilee carrying. “Amilee Lane, but spelled L-A-N-E.” “Stupid bitch,” Nala mutters under her breath. “Raija do you want to see her?”

She was also the one who helped drag Ben into Catherine's life. A few passengers behind them was Tina Lee. Tina was Korean, petite at 5' even, slim and wore her luxurious, straight black hair to the middle of her back. She had a sweet face that showed its breathtaking beauty when she smiled. It always caught people off guard. She was currently living with Ben and had professed her love to him as well. Tina was special in that she was submissive. She'd had a very bad experience with her abusive late husband and Ben had reluctantly taken over as her Dom to the best of his abilities and she claimed he was exactly the kind of man she'd dreamed of finding. She'd worked her way into his heart even