Tord X Tamara Novels & Stories

data-p-id=1a470c709154b35462d51f9fb875e565, “No time for more explanations guys, let’s get to work!” Tamara says excitedly and we all agree and start to play our parts. This is gonna be a long and interesting night.

Harry asked in a questioning tone. “We made an agreement that you will not ask me about my personal life. I decided to help you with your issue and not to answer you about my personal life,” Tamara said. “ I have brought the documents as instructed by Mrs Tasha and that's all,” Tamara said as she turned around to leave. She was grabbed by Harry and on his face was written fury all over.

"Tamara." I turned to Felix who was just next to Margot. “If you’ll allow me, Uhm, I just want you to meet my best buddy.” I saw the approaching person I wish I could have avoided. "Dude," Felix called to the newcomer. “This is, Tamara. My wife’s best friend. Tam, he’s Magnus Wellington, my business partner and a close friend as well,” Felix introduced to us. I nodded reluctantly at Felix's introduction to his supposed friend. But it wasn’t necessary.

Lindsay gasped alongside some gasps from the interview crew as they watched Tamara resound around the studio. “I was married to David Windsor, then March 9th, 2023 I caught him cheating with Chelsea Rodríguez—-,” Tamara took a breath and began to tell her story. “—And I woke up three days ago. My ribs still hurt like hell. My throat feels extremely sore. My joints ache When I move but I’m here. Because I need to share my story,” Tamara finished as Lindsay sniffled. Sometime during the story she had reached for a handkerchief and now dabbed the corners of her eyes as more and more tears spilled out.

He didn’t smile, just nodded once. Reid leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, wicked curve to his mouth. “Unless you’d rather spend the night fighting for a bench with the college kids. Your call, sweetheart.” Tamara met their eyes—one after another—and felt heat bloom low in her belly. Not fear. Not caution. Just raw, immediate want. The alternative was miserable. The promise in their stares was anything but. “I’m Tamara,” she said. Marcus extended a hand. “Marcus. Julian. Reid. Let’s go before the roads close completely.”

Her approval was obvious. “Ares, meet Tamara—my friend. She brought me a few… feminine necessities.” “Very nice to meet you,” he said, stepping closer and sitting down beside me. “M-me too,” Tamara murmured. “Why is your hair wet?” I asked, just to break the tension. “It started sleeting,” he replied, taking my coffee cup and sipping the hot liquid. “So, Tamara, how long have you known Maura?” “Since childhood. We grew up together.”

Tamara, Solana’s beta, her right hand, my former sparring partner, sauntered in, bow slung across her shoulder, running on sleep-deprivation lines. “Solana, the east scouts saw movement. They’re probing again…” I jump up out of my seat, heart pounding, and stagger towards her reaching for her in a tight embrace that smothered the breath out of her as well. “Tamara! Good thing I’m looking for you. I just figured the split swallowed you whole.” She returned it, stiff-limbed, but her laughter was crooked and brittle; that’s what happens when you try to contain a world gone off. I simultaneously wanted to stay here with her forever and run from this cannibal chaos.

“I’m sorry.” “Sit, Reid,” Tamara pushed him into a seat and produced a handkerchief which she pressed into his hand. “Brando, I empathize with your loss, but that does not give you permission to hit Reid,” she told Mr. Damiano sternly. “Reid was not Marcella’s keeper. She was his second, not him hers. Her role was to have his back. From all accounts, she left him in order to pursue an omega, not Reid her.”

~Axel~ I hadn’t been this angry in a long time—not since Lyra died. But this wasn’t just anger; it was worry, a deep, gnawing concern that consumed me when I learned Tamara was missing. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, dredging up painful memories of Lyra. She had vanished two days before her death, and now Tamara’s situation eerily mirrored hers. Like Lyra, Tamara had turned off her phone, making it nearly impossible to track her. Despite our resources, finding her proved to be a challenge.

he tried to be bold removing all oddness away. "Well, I think you know who I am" Marcus said to him meeting his gaze eye to eye. He could sense all aura of familiarity that the guy was trying to hide and his scared tone made him believe he had something to do with why he was here. He was disappointed this was the Spencer he was looking for, Stella really went too low. How could she have something to do with someone as young as this. No, he failed to believe it. He was here to confirm. "Have you and..Stella- ever.. slept..with each other?"He managed to ask him.