Tracy K Smith Books Novels & Stories

Alaine said as she closed the file she had been reading, then looked at Tracy with a cheeky smile. Tracy was stunned but still nodded her head. In her past life, she had hidden the wounds, since they weren’t treated, they left hideous scars. Out of shame, she always wore long-sleeved outfits and trousers to hide them. In this life, she wanted to change everything and enjoy life. The two walked out and met Mr Grant on the way. “Uhm, wife, Tracy, where are you guys going? I thought Tracy was resting?” he asked, a smile on his face.

Smith looks up and smiles brightly at me. “Hey, Lucia. How are you?” “I…I’m fine.” I don’t know what to say for a moment. “What…what are you doing here?” Mrs. Smith laughs. “It’s a bookstore, and I like to read. What’s wrong with that?” “I…I just…” “Anyway, it’s more for Regina. She wanted to come back and get a few more books. I think she’s finished all the books she got before.”

She pulls out a gray asymmetrical suit with one shoulder up, one down, clean lines, bold buttons. “This,” she says decisively. “With lace underneath. A little cleavage.” I laugh. “A little?” “You’ve got boobs for days.” After planning hair and makeup, she decides to go and take a nap. I tuck her into the guest room like old times, then head back to the kitchen and make lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. After everything’s done, I check my email. Tracy. Miss Smith, this message is from Zade. He says he loves you and was wondering if you could talk after the announcement on Friday. What would you like me to tell him?

“Don't get lost, you're going the wrong way, Tracy.” “Oh. Thanks.” Naomi turned on her heels and followed the path Mrs Smith’s left finger pointed at.

“This can’t be happening. Gordon is mine. And I’ll take him back.” She sprang to her feet, grabbed her purse and car keys, and walked out of her room. On the way out, she stopped by Mrs Smith’s door. “I’m going to the grocery store,” she called out lightly. Mrs Smith didn’t look up from her phone. “Fine. Don’t take long.” Tracy smiled faintly to herself, that kind of smile that hid a thousand bad intentions, and left the mansion. At Smithfield Holdings. Tracy’s car glided into the underground car park of Smithfield Holdings. The place was still sleek, modern, every inch designed for business that didn’t want to be seen. Just like she remembered it.

Chapter 1350 Tracy looked at Catelyn with a resentful gaze. "I told you to do nothing and just wait." Catelyn smiled as if she saw something wonderful. Tracy bit her lower lip and warned Catelyn, "I have given you my ace. If you don't kill Trevor, Trevor will kill me. If so, I will pull you to go to hell with me. Anyway, no matter what you will do, you won't be able to shake me off!"

TRACY'S POV: I stood at the edge of the rooftop, my gaze fixed on the glittering city lights that stretched endlessly before me. Folks City – the place I now call home. It is beautiful, powerful, and relentless. Just like me. Five years ago, I was a naive girl who believed in love, friendship, and loyalty. But life has a way of teaching cruel lessons, and I learned mine the hard way. I was Tracy Brooks, the girl who had a secret crush on her best friend's twin brother. I thought playing hard to get would make Dante notice me. And it worked. It worked too well.

"He gets off on the chase." "Exactly," Nate confirmed. "The women who dated him and then he lost interest in? They're fine. He moves on, finds someone new to chase. But the women who told him no from the start?" His voice went hard. "Chicago, 2018. Actress named Tracey Smith, she did a reading with Liam for a web series. He asked her out. She said no, she had a girlfriend. Two weeks later, she's found dead in her apartment. Overdose, officially ruled accidental. But her friends said she didn't do drugs, had no history of substance abuse." Lauren felt like she might throw up.

Just forever stuck in this town, with old people as confidants and not allowed to mingle with girls my age or at least not the kind who show up unannounced with messy hair and secrets to spill. Tracy and Zoey are the only closest friends I’ve had on this town. They are my safe rebellion, my proof that I am not entirely alone but even with them, there are boundaries. There are always boundaries. Tracy is loud in a way that makes older church women purse their lips, She wears eyeliner thicker than the town approves of and laughs like she doesn’t owe anyone softness while Zoey is quiet but sharp and Observant. She reads banned romance novels behind history textbooks and once whispered to me,

The scent of thick smog enveloped my every scene. Like puzzle pieces, the cigarette seemed to sit between my thin fingers easily. The smoke trailed upwards, creating an art piece. I touched it to my soft lips, letting the art flow into my breaths. The breaths grew relaxing. With every inhale followed a smooth exhale of wondrous patterns. My eyes closed with ease. I continued to breathe in the silence. The smoke found its way with the wind. My thoughts drifted back to Tracy. How many years it had taken me to attain this position in her life? I knew it would not be easy to convince her agonist being around Kia.