Tisha X Scraps Novels & Stories

“Haa…haa” Tanya aggressively scribbles her newly sketch in frustration. Tanya could feel her heart beating rapidly, as the second passed by, it was getting harder for her to breathe, feeling the heaviness on her chest. No, no, no, no!!! What am I doing wrong?!! Tanya aggressively rips out the sketch, rip it to piece as she took a heavy breath. The pieces of paper that Tanya draw slowly fall on the ground, blending with the other shredded papers.

A drunk, scar-faced person was talking to his friend in a restaurant. "Don't you know anything? A young master of the Tsa Clan, Tsashi has gone missing yesterday. The Tsa Clan is using all of their forces to find him," His friends told him while drinking beer. "Tsashi? Isn't that the crazy guy? Shouldn't the Tsa Clan be happy that they got rid of such a dumb kid? They have so many talented members. Why search like crazy for such useless trash who cannot even think like a normal person?" The scar-faced guy asked him.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 29✨ . ✨Semi-Finale✨ . 🔞🔞🔞 😎Reece😎 She land back on the bed with as I laid on top of her staring into her beautiful eyes.

The clatter of forks against plates echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of post-dinner cleanup as she continued to stack the used plates into the dishwasher. The last of the plates was her late grandmother's chipped plate. She held it in her hands for a long time with a nostalgic smile as fond memories about Ma Gloria Harrison rushed back at her. She put the plate in the dishwasher and closed the door of the machine with a soft click. Tasha paused, her gaze lingering on a carrot stick lying on the oak worktop in the middle of the kitchen. She hummed the lyrics of a popular song to herself as she removed the carrot stick and dropped it in the garbage bag under the sink. Then she wiped down

she touched it playfully and screamed dramatically. “Who would have thought you could be this happy?”Grinda asked in amazement, even after one hour of meeting each other, she still couldn’t keep her eyes off her friend. “Tahlia sincerely, there’s something about the mate stuff… your skin is glowing and the aura is so different… it’s like you’ve superpowers…! Tahlia almost spits out the drinks she just gulped, she dropped the almost filled glass cup of iced juice to join the other spread of delicious menu on the big expensive looking table and laughed at her friend's dramatic observation, she crossed her leg dramatically and reached for a chocolate cake.

"Ripping the dress off. She said she couldn't breathe in it." Chris winced. The next sound was more violent. There was snipping and cutting. Tasha reappeared barefoot, and the wedding gown hacked to pieces. The scissors were still in her hand. Her bra strap had snapped, one sleeve hung off her shoulder, and her eyes were bloodshot but dry. "Chris," she said. "Can you take me to the apartment?" He blinked. "Now?" "Yes. I need to get my things." "I'll come with you," Debby said quickly.

I wasn't doing this! “Ashley, you have to talk about this!” “NO. STOP. GET OUT!” I throw a hand out at Tasha. She is ripped from her feet and is sent crashing through the wall. The humans around her scream and rush around, trying to get away as Tasha stands, dusting herself down like she had just fallen over. Wiping the blood from her nose. The lights flicker above her as rubble from the ceiling falls. She stands staring at me as the wound on her head knits itself together.

Julian asked, his voice softening as he smiled at Tisha. Aha! Two faced jerk! You’re such a talented actor! I bet you could win a Best Actor Award if you were an actor! Tisha's hand shot out towards Julian, her smile radiant. "Hi! My name is Tisha, Yna's best friend and sister for life!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. Julian's smile grew wider as he shook Tisha's hand. "Nice meeting you, Tisha. I'm Julian, Yna's—"

“Tasha, skipping meals isn’t heroic; it’s stupid. At least eat this pastry while it’s still warm.” “I will.” “Tasha…” Claire’s tone shifted, a mix of concern and exasperation. “Claire, I promise, okay?” Tasha cut in, hoping to appease her. Claire gave her a long look before sighing. “Fine. But if you collapse from hunger, I’m not carrying you out of here.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Tasha replied, forcing a chuckle. The hours ticked by as Tasha dove into back to back meetings, emails, and phone calls. The team had been working on finalizing a major project, and every detail required her attention. Despite Claire’s insistence, the pastry sat untouched on her desk.

She took him in hand, her touch cold and clinical, and guided him into her mouth without hesitation. Vivian’s breath hitched in horror. Jasper’s growl of rage filled the room. Julian’s face twisted with disgust. But Tasha, Tasha’s world shattered. “Kachi, no!” Tasha screamed, thrashing against her bonds, tears blurring her vision. “Stop! Don’t do this!”