Tord X Tamara Novels & Stories

There was an oyster farm that needed rebuilding too, as well as her new life. "Looking forward to going back?" asked Marshall with a smile. She nodded, staring out at the glittering sea. "Of course. I can't wait to eat Edna's food." She didn't want to think about the fragile figure on screen, nor did she want to know whether he mumbled her name while climbing. Some paths could only be travelled on alone. Some debts had to be paid by himself. She had to look into the future. Like spring warmth meeting late snow, Tamara's relationship with Braxton was out of season, destined to end in tragedy.

And I've got to admit, it felt so relaxing. "I've got to go," Tamara said. "I have an appointment with Travis." "Oh, I forgot to ask. Forgive me please, how are you guys doing?" I asked. Travis was Tamara's mate and boyfriend. They've been together for a while but chose not to get married. According to Tamara, marriage doesn't define how they feel about each other. "We're fine. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," she said. "Goodbye Gamma Ferguson," Tamara said out loud. "It was nice to see you, Alpha Izaak."

The facial resemblance that he shared with Jayme was obvious. "Zhao was such a good mate." T'mara's smile was gentle and loving, and her fingers tapped along the small picture in the locket. "Good looking as well." She studied the picture once more before closing the locket and leaning back into her chair. Her eyes became distant as she said,

“I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this. Damon helped me carry Scarlett to a magic Doctor's inn. “Emergency…!” “Be calm,” the Doctor assured us. “She will be fine. What is the issue “She got attacked by a wolf with enemy blood.” “Okay…” Very quickly, Scarlett felt safe again and was resting. Then Damon pulled me away from everyone. He led me straight to his private quarters in the Alpha house. As soon as the door was shut, the aura changed. Damon pushed me towards the wall, his body hard against mine. “Watching you fight that way… really drove me crazy,” he growled. He pasted his lips on mine. The kiss was wild and it showed how craving he was for s*x.

She tried to get away, but Dylan tackled her from behind like a mindless monster and stabbed her repeatedly in brutal bursts. “Please, Dylan! I was wrong! It was Sarah! She made me do it! “Argh!” Having lived under Dylan’s intimidating shadow, Tammy, a national boxing champion, met a pathetic end. It was ironic that the woman, who once stood strong, lost her spine to a man. Amid Tammy’s piercing screams, blood stained the fine rug. Ten minutes later, Tammy lay there motionless as Dobie drew closer. As if blind to it all, Dylan dropped to one side and murmured under his breath.

“You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.” “I need a bargain,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Everyone does.” I set the offerings on the table. Blood first, in a silver dish. Money stacked in neat piles. The hair bound with silver, glistening under candlelight. Eldra’s cracked eyes moved over them like she was appraising art. “There’s a girl,” I started. “At the college. Her name is Tamara Angel. She has power…” “Silver,” Eldra interrupted. My breath caught.

Lowell said "Yeah. Have you guys been to the reptile house yet? Connor asked I tuned out what they were saying as I was trying to catch a glimpse of Mr Handsome. He seemed like he was having a conversation with someone. I wanted to see who it was he was talking to. His girlfriend maybe "No, we haven't," a voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Tasha looking at me expectantly. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feeling flustered.

Rick fixed his jacket’s collar and walked charmingly towards the dance floor, straight towards the target. Troy smirked and turned to look at the bartender. “One more vodka please. Make it strong.” “Sure boss.” The bartender looked at the owner of the club and quickly started to pour the transparent liquid in a tiny glass. “If may I ask you boss. What kind of girl do you want?”

"Hmm," "I, Moana Renee Wayne, daughter of Alpha Ambrose Wayne of the Silver Moon Pack, take back my rejection and accept Alaric Stark Jr. as my mate." She took back the rejection, but we felt nothing. There was no spark or alluring scent again. "What’s your real name?" "I’m not telling you that." "Don’t you love me?" "You can’t use this card to get information from me." "Do you love me or not?" Sighing in defeat, I replied, "James Alaric Stark." I watched her smile like a child at her success. * #TBC

He slid the card in, opened the door, and stepped inside like he lived there. Tamara, 24-year-old blondie young woman already waiting, curled up on the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her signature red lipstick. Her phone was in her hand, but the moment she saw him, she tossed it aside. “Took you long enough,” she said with a smirk, stretching lazily like a cat. Rumero shut the door behind him, loosened his shirt buttons, and walked toward her. “Had to deal with Natasha first. She swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.”