Novel & Cerita Vern Tessio

On one hand, it stroked his ego, however, on the other, he knew that it was very dangerous. After a few minutes of looking at the photos, Tess flopped back on the bed and lay on her back. Her top pulled up to bare her stomach. Mac saw a silver belly button ring. “Does you mother know you have that?” he asked, looking at the ring. “Yep. But, she doesn’t know about my tattoo,” she lied with a giggle. “A tattoo?” Mac exclaimed with great surprise. “It’s just a little one. Let me show you,” Tess said and her hands went quickly to the snap on her shorts. Before Mac could stop her, she had opened the waist and pulled the zipper all the way down. Then she bent the side of her shorts down slowly.

She winked before flipping her hair again and striding out. The door closed, leaving Aiden, Alina, Lorraine, and Jesse behind. "So… what now?" Aiden asked, hands sliding into his pockets. Jesse raised a brow. "Go through the documents and tell me if you’re interested in working with ‘Véronique S’. It’s one of the most popular fashion houses that makes luxury jewelry and couture pieces. They’re asking if you'd participate.” "Participate?” Aiden repeated. Jesse nodded.

"What do you mean, 'trending'?" Grey froze, one foot in the car. Tessy scrambled to open her tablet. Her fingers flew across the screen. As she read, the color drained from her face, leaving her ghostly pale. She looked up at Grey, and for the first time, the mask slipped completely. There was no seduction, no charm—only raw, animalistic fury. "You," she whispered. She lunged out of the car. "You distract me while your little girlfriend digs through my trash? You think you can humiliate me?"

He was ready to send himself to the truck for a time out when a voice came over the mic that had his entire attention. “I swear my gown has more material than every other woman’s here combined.” Tessa whispered. A soft laugh came through the mic. “She’s not exaggerating,” Joslee added. Sighing, Brody depressed the switch. “I doubt they pull it off like you do, Tess—they have to be near-naked to get any attention with you in the room.” “So sweet,” Tess purred into the mic. Grayson’s voice interrupted the feed. “Is this really productive use of our mic system?”

She gave him the space to absorb it privately, the way he always gave her space, and kept her eyes on Torres. "Tell me about the fashion connection," she said. Torres turned to a section near the back of the folder. He set it in front of her. She looked at the page. A list of company names. Registered addresses. Countries of operation. She recognised three of them immediately. Her stomach dropped in a slow, certain way, the way it did when something you had half-suspected became something you could no longer avoid knowing. "These are Tessa Designs suppliers," she said. "Three of your six primary production partners are registered subsidiaries of Volkov network holding companies," Torres said

The gown clung to all the right places, hid imperfections, and showed a lot of cleavages. “Holy cow, there’s a showstopper. You’re…” Tessa trailed off, and I chuckled at her expression. “I know, right,” I whispered while admiring myself in the mirror. “Mr. Hot Stuff will definitely shit his pants when he sees you tonight.” Tessa grinned with a twinkle in her eye. “Four words, girl. Versace on the floor.” Yeah, I told her all about how I met Javier and everything. Don’t blame me. Beauticians have a way of getting people to talk. They ought to work for the government.

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

If not, then it wouldn't kill him to show an ounce of one, right? “Where…are you taking me to?” Tessa's question came out as a trembling whisper. She was cold — the warm atmosphere of the Ferrari and the thick duvet did lessen the coldness she felt — if these weren't present, then she'd be shivering like a cat in winter. “My penthouse.” Simply and without glancing at her responded in that icy tone of his. His green eyes were fixed on the screen of his latest iPhone — Doreen was watching another clip of the Gracious Angel.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.