Tord X Tamara Novels & Stories

Grey had already walked into the room entirely and was close to her bed. “I need to get dressed Grey” “What's stopping you?” he asked with corked brows. Lyla held onto her towel tightly as he invited his best man in. She wasn't looking at who he was or what he had on. Her gaze was fixed on Grey, while she tried to comprehend how disrespectful he could be. “Here she is. The daughter of Thompson Raymond” he introduced with zero enthusiasm. “I'm Tony, Tony Stone” Tony introduced, reaching for a shake. Lyla knew she had to employ Janet's advice. She forced a smile immediately, turning to Tony and accepting his handshake. “Lyla Thompson,” she introduced.

Pleasant, correct, and perfect. *** Tamara Green knew where Elizabeth was and knew all about the plan she and her husband created, faking a disappearance to blame the last person to see Miss Cord alive: Leonel Vos. But Tamara had her own ideas. She thought her husband wasn't tough enough to make things perfect and that, despite gaining ground in more forbidden places and bigger businesses, he was losing personal strength, as well as his self-coordination and mettle. She was sure he would, this time, mess things up and weaken, and she would not miss the opportunity to give the push for grace.

I fling the door open and the sight before me makes me see red. Tamara, pressed against the far wall in a silk robe that's been torn open, the fabric hanging loose to reveal pale skin marked with red fingerprints. Her eyes wide with terror that transforms into shock when she sees me. And standing over her, one hand on her throat, the other trailing down her body with possessive familiarity— Viktor fucking Kozlov! And he has his hands on my woman. My woman!

But even as I tried to focus on the day ahead, I caught myself glancing toward the greenhouse as I passed it, and wondering if she was inside. A few days later, Holt scheduled a sparring match between Tanya and one of the mid-level warriors. She was holding her own … barely, but it was clear the other wolf was getting frustrated trying to keep up with her slower pace. When Tanya tripped over a misstep minutes later and fell hard on her side, Holt moved in to end the match. But Tanya shoved herself up, panting. “No. I can keep going.” Her opponent hesitated, glancing at Holt, who nodded that they could keep going.

Luca's Pov “Shit!” “Shit, shit shit.” The car buckled wildly as I tore through the forest path. My phone rang and I picked it up. “Number fifteen, Hansten drive. Small house, not many neighbors. Should be five to eight men present. Leader is a man called Rocky. Brown hair, average height, tattoos on right arm. If we're to question anyone, it'll be him. But questioning is a last resort. Copy?” Elias said in one breath.

“I’ve killed men for less than what you did today.” “We didn’t do the tape,” Ian said. “Shut up, Ian,” Alfie said. “You didn’t do the tape? You know what makes that worse? You boys were so fucking sloppy. You couldn’t even tell when you were being filmed. Ask yourself why I should even allow you in my club.” “I’m in love with Chloe,” Alfie said. “I can fix this.” This time, Eagle burst out laughing. “News flash, son, she’s not going to forgive you. In front

Doctor Greg yelled, attempting to wriggle himself out of the chair. Kira opened the pendant and saw two pictures, a woman and a child. She believed the woman was his wife, While the child was his daughter. She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "You have a family, and you destroy other families without emotions. Is that all you do?" Trevor stepped towards Kira while answering her question and glanced at the picture. The face was familiar. He had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where exactly. Trevor furrowed his brows and stared ahead as he tried to remember who she was.

Running to the clearing to join Tev. Hearing him coming, Tev tossed him a cursory scan. Mardichi came to a stop. Locking his heels and sliding in the mud, sending a wave of dark dirt over Tev. “Is that your rendition of assistance?” Tev demanded breathlessly. Using a forearm to do a quick swipe over his face to remove the mud from his eyes. Glaring at the barbarian heatedly. The Targue backed up, shaking their heads.

He smirked and opened his zipper, offering me his hard cock. "Even though you had Cara?" I asked again, gosh, my heart is racing. And I'm starting to hate him again now that I remember Cara. "You keep on mentioning her when you're the one I'm trying to have sex with." He gently made me kneel. "Make me happy, sweetheart." "My pleasure." But someone knocked. "Bro, it's Flint. Cara and I were planning a double date tonight at St. Adelina's newly opened bar. I know it's called The Mantis. Come on! Finish masturbating!"

I look at him and he nods in reassurance. “I own you, Tamara,” Harvey says. “You might have forgotten, but I fucking own you, and I think it’s time that I remind you of that. Let’s go.” He scoops Tamara off the ground, putting her over his shoulder. “Put me down this instant, Harvey!” Tamara says, hitting his back as he walks out of Axel’s apartment. He spanks her ass, and Tamara hits him even harder in response. What the hell just happened?