Tyra Banks Novels & Stories

Spencer hadn't given her much information yet, so she decided to do a little research. Ethan Tyler Banks was a former Formula 1 driver in his prime twenty-eight years. He had abandoned the track to dedicate himself to his father, George Banks' technology business. In both areas he was the best, always standing out for his intelligence and visionary outlook. In less than five years running Banks Enterprise, his family's private company, he was among the pillars responsible for New York's economy. His photos at the many events he attended showed a man closed off from the world. His companions, always famous models or actresses, were a perfect contrast of beauty and exposure. Blair hadn't seen

Maybe because I’m the only one who’s ever shown him tenderness. He doesn’t make it easy for anyone to see past his fractious side. I made the mistake of mentioning to Vesper that I think Tyra’s very beautiful. She reminds me of a black swan. Tall and graceful. I would never be brave enough to cut my hair that short, but it looks incredible on her. Vesper snarled furiously, “Don’t let appearances fool you, she’s Briana’s champion through and through. She’ll never be your friend, Val.”

" Sandra boasted as she held her breath. Tyra scowled after reading Linzy's SMS message. His boss at the strip joint where he works. Yes. She works as a stripper. Tyra Mae is her name. Her face is as lovely as her name, and she is blessed with a lovely body form. She has been a dancer in a high-end strip club in the Philippines for about a year. But if you ask her what she does for a living, she will just say that she is a stripper. She's here for a cause, and she's clutching the knife. Linzy texted: Tyra, are you really not coming tonight? People are leaving!

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

He asked facing me "No dad," I replied "You can't even beacuse you were still a little child then," "When you know, why did you ask me... All this Nigerian parents sef." "Anabelle was really a cute child when she was little," Uncle Gbenga said which made me to blush "Yeah she was. So I heard you now have a brand ambassador," He said "Yes, she is the famous Tara Banks, beautiful, intelligent and smart," Eric replied smiling while I fumed with anger

“Tyra !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

" 그녀는 지금 자신을 위해 총잡이가 충분하지 않기 때문에 그녀를 잡기가 어렵지 않을 것입니다. 그녀가 가진 유일한 힘은 카르텔과 함께하는 것입니다. (She doesn't have enough gunmen for herself now so it's not going to be hard for you to catch her. The only power she has is with the cartel so if you bring them down, she's down as well.)" " Was she behind the bombings of the multiple branches of Olyster Textiles, The bombing of Georgia Motors LTD and the kidnapping of Najmah Edwards?" " Yes she was. She wanted to kidnap the baby at first but failed then Alejandro Martinez sent one of his men to do the job for her. The name of the man that was sent is Tyler" " Is this him?" The detective showed me a well sketched face of Tyler and I nodded in affirmation.

Morris Clara walked out of the tyrant room, and only when she got in the car did she breathe a sigh of relief Two days, it will be over between her and Christ. What should she do? What can she do? Christ still has no clue about the proposal and her parents do not know what to decide, one wrong step and their life will be at risk. No, their lives are at the mercy of the tyrant.

Tyra continued, ignoring my question, "This isn't the place for you." "So you said. You still haven't answered my question." I said. "You are family, and we were close like sisters. What happened?" Tyra looked at me with no emotion and said, "I have a new family now." Change that to acting like a bitch. I couldn't believe that Tyra had said that. My heart was beating extraordinarily hard and fast, and I felt like I was struggling to breathe. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.

Tyra must’ve noticed me staring because she smirked. “I take after my dad. He passed away a long time ago.” I hesitated before asking, “Did your mom ever find a second mate?” I was still a little fuzzy on how second-chance mates worked. “Nope. Or maybe she just hasn’t yet,” Tyra said with a shrug, swiping mascara onto her lashes. “Honestly, I think she’s loving the single life, hanging out with her musician friends.”