Novels by Tamanna

I sat on the stool, waiting for Aella to come back. What happened at the ball will be kept away from my girl for some time.I was an atom away from killing him.Cazzo di merda! I could've killed him.Cazzo ti, Niccolò.The sound of Mathew yelling on the phone disturbed my memories of the fight. I turned around, noticing Delilah stitching up Nico's wounds and Nico, looking through the TV programs, completely unbothered by the stitching.I saw Mathew pacing around, trying to sort out legal issues after tonight. I rubbed my jaw and winced from the pain in my chest.I've gone through much worse pain in my life, that this would seem like a paper cut. But it hurt. Bad.I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that Aella had been gone for longer than five minutes. I stood up and headed towards the stairs."Fratello, c'è-" [Brother, there's-]"Questo può aspettare," [This can wait,] I walked past him, heading towards my bedroom. I opened the door and saw a man in front of Aella, holding a gu

We sat on the bench for some time. Barely talking and just being together. I knew that she was legally married. I knew it. And there was not much I could do right now to snatch her away from him forever.I overheard Mario and Aella's conversation. I specifically didn't want him to tell her everything. What happened three years after Paris, was going to be revealed to her by no one other than me. Well... maybe Delilah too."He's in there," she broke off the silence. "Nico helped out," I nodded. Nico took the hint and took Archer out of our view. He was seated five tables away from us and I was glad.Nico was quite literally like my brother. We grew up together. We shared a lot of memories together. And we had an agreement when it came to situations like the previous one.Help each other out in any way possible.I had many of Nico's and my men around the mansion, looking for anything suspicious involving Archer."Maybe we should leave," she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at

I stilled. Unable to move. I gripped Chris's hand as hard as I could. He held it."Bowman," Chris greeted. "What an unpleasant surprise," Archer chuckled."I think I might need to borrow you for a second," Nico said and moved around me to Archer. "I'll be right back, Chris," I kept my gaze on Mario's jacket. Still unable to move."They're gone, angel," I looked over at him and nodded. Thanks to Nico, he was gone for at least a moment."What's her name here?" Mario asked."I'm Ella Caddel," he nodded."Chris, can I borrow her for a second?""Can you tell her whatever you need with me here?" He shook his head.Why did he want me?"Figlio, I promise I'll give her back to you," I looked over at Chris."Bene, five minutes. No more," Mario smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. Chris let go of my hand before I walked away with Mario."I'm guessing you don't really know who I am," he led me into a small balcony that was accessible from the main ballroom.I almost gasped at the view. The

After trying on two more dresses: a black, satin gown with straps and a black, sequence gown with a deep v cut, a low back and straps, I began putting on the last one.I liked the black, satin one. It really brought out my waist and the back was gorgeous. Chris's thoughts were similar. "You look hot as hell in that one," he said about that one, and "fuck, that is very low cut, but wow, angel, your body is... you're incredible," about the other one.Long story short: he wasn't the one to count on for opinions. However, I liked the praise and compliments. He made me feel special.I put on a stunning, rose gold, tight-fitting, sequence dress, with a criss-cross front, a low cut, as well as a high slit in the front.I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was me. I've always liked my body. He didn't.Aella, forget him. He's not here. Chris is.I took a deep breath, turning around and looking back to see my back. I loved it. I looked pretty. I actually admired my body for

A few days laterI lifted my weights in my gym. The pain settled in but faded after I set them down. I grabbed my water bottle, taking two big gulps and swallowing it all. I set the bottle down and got down on the floor to do push-ups. Believe it or not, my favourite part of exercising.I looked in the mirror in front of me as I did them, catching a beautiful girl further behind me. Aella wore a black, satin robe, hiding her perfect body, and leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes were set on my naked back. I smiled and stood up, walking towards her."Thought you were sleeping," I said as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers. I grabbed her by her ass, lifting her to me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, one hand holding onto me by my neck and the other, threaded in my hair.The past few days, we spent mostly in the apartment, talking, kissing and staring into each other's eyes. She was eager to cook breakfast and I was eager to take her out for lunch and make dinner. I wanted

I woke up, trying to get out of Chris's grip. There was no way. I gently took one of his hands off me, trying to peel my body off him. His grip only tightened."No, you're staying," I gave up, tilting my head to the side, where his alarm clock was placed. My eyes widened."Chris, It's ten in the morning!" I tried moving out of the bed."So fucking what?" I rolled my eyes."Christopher Morris, I swear to god, let me go!" he chuckled before letting me go. I got out of bed, putting my slippers on, and headed to his bathroom. I felt as if I had been living here for years."I'm your boss if you forgot," I smiled to myself as I sat on the toilet. "I can tell you when to go and not.""I know, but no one knows about us and it looks strange," I heard him chuckle."Angel, just get back to bed. I'll tell Mathew you didn't feel well," I stood up, flushing the toilet before I went towards the sink to wash my hands."How on Earth would you know what happened to me if we're co-workers?""We're datin

It's the day before my wedding. It's been a month since I last spoke to my dad and though thinking of the situation brews conflicted thoughts, I'm enjoying what's around me and making sure to start each day with a bang."No Ms. Jones.", I huff, placing my hands on my hips, "You have to catch up. You're supposed to be the best of the best, there's three mistakes in this document."She stammers for an excuse, but I silently stare at her then the corrected papers on her desk."Y- No, Bailey said that those were minor adjustments,", She says, gathering her ground, "That it's not necessary to perfect those numbers."My face flattens as I deadpan her. Lazily, as she continues furthering her excuse, I drape my eyes up and down her figure. Her words falter and eventually I look back up. I sigh and gather my hands behind my back, "... Ms. Jones, tell me,", I hold her eye, "Do I look like Ms. Bailey?"[] [] []At lunch, I'm called to Kevin's office.I push my way through the big doors, our lunc

Today's the day. It's uncle Will's demise, and what I previously would have dreamed to happen, I'm now dreading. I glance to my phone. I'm bound to get a call today, either from Kevin to say that all went well, which it will, or a call from dad saying it all went wrong, which is also what's going to happen. I sigh and stare back at my fingers. The girls are due over in half an hour, at noon, and they're coming with food and movies and hopefully a hug or two.To be honest, I'm annoyed. I'm frustrated at my dad, at my mum, at the whole situation, and I'm angry because they're not calling! They're making me wait, and I hate waiting. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Stupid unnecessary anticipation.", I grumble to myself.When the girls arrive, I'm hounded in a group hug, my chin resting on Daisy's shoulder."Girl, honestly. When did you get the nerve to look so damn good?", Eva snaps, taking a step back.I frown, "... What- ""And seriously Aurora,", Helly interrupts, placing her hands

Today, I'm booked. Eight to nine, I'm making sure this work week gets off on a good foot.I clap twice as I visit the accounting office, "You guys are behind.", I call to the room, watching as some hide a little below their desks, "Get on with it please... And you, fix your posture.", I impatiently command.Nine to ten, I've got my first dress fitting.All the girls gasp at the sight of my dress. It's practically a piece of fabric held up by pins and string, but with the concept drawing beside it, it's potential is obvious and striking.Eva covers her mouth as she stares with stars in her eyes, Helly's eyes drape up and down it and she shakes her head with a big smile, Daisy, expectedly, bursts into tears and blubbers about how beautiful I'll look.Ten to eleven, I'm sitting in a meeting with Kevin. Eleven to twelve, I'm buzzing around the office, and twelve to one, I'm visiting a cake tasting event with Kevin and our wedding planner."Thankyou, Jeremy.", The woman says to a waiter as

Kevin, in a not-so-subtle attempt to help me relax, has organized a dress fitting appointment for me. He's done well too, there's not a single price tag in the store, I'm guessing he knows I'll choose the cheapest. I chuckle and roll my eyes, before I sigh. This has all got an agenda. He's going to such great lengths because today is Friday. Today is the day that they deliver the first lot of bad news to Uncle Will and I'm peaking out as is.But for the sake of shallow encouragement, I stick my head in the sand and follow through with the days plan. I've never intricately imagined what my wedding would be like, but I most certainly didn't expect to have a dress be designed from scratch specifically for me."Okay, my girl!", The bubbly designer chants, clapping her hands, "Let's see what we're working with."The designer, upon seeing my shape, starts to rough out some designs she believes will work well with me. With the first glance, they show to be average wedding dresses. Every desi

Monday morning after an extremely stressful nights rest, I dazedly stroll to my office and spot a flat box about the size of an a6 envelope sitting square in the middle of my desk.My eyes well up.I slowly pick up the box and swallow, "Aw, Kevin.", I wistfully chuckle. For such an awful Sunday, who would've thought Monday would start so well.I smile and undo the ribbon, gently placing it down before lifting the lid.A girlish giddiness vibrates my chest as I run my fingers over the beautiful pearl necklace sitting atop a plush cushion. Kevin is out for the morning, he's scheduled with external meetings until an hour past noon. One of those meetings likely mentioning my uncle's demise.I close my eyes.I don't know what to do. Uncle Will deserves to be put away. Dysfunctional people need to be reproved until they're functional. Discipline is necessary, and in his case? Very well deserved. I rub my forehead. But my dad... I glance to my manicured fingertips.This would destroy him. Th

"The third venue is the best Ro.", Eva says over the call, her hands uncharacteristically direct to the picture on her screen."You're kidding. No. The second is the best. Look at the lighting! Imagine the pictures you could get!", Helly argues, Eva's words apparently offensive.Daisy's staring away from the call to her TV with a bucket of buttery popcorn in one hand, her third energy drink in the other. Her eyes are glued to some random cartoon, and I frown. How is she even alive?I sigh and glance back to the girls who are bickering, "And the first?", I ask.Eva slightly tilts her head as she flicks to the other venue I sent her, "I mean... It's okay... Do you like it?"I don't have much of an opinion on that one, I can't decide, so I shimmy my hand in response.Eva nods, like that was what she thought as well.Helly leans over her phone camera with a hand on her chin, "Which one is Mr. Scott's favourite?", She cheekily asks.Despite not wanting to, I blush and shake my head with a

"What are you reading over there?" Charles asks. It's been a few hours since we took off. Charles apparently doesn't care that I'm his sister's enemy and has been talking to me for most of the flight. I think it's because he has an interest in me, but I might be wrong."A romance novel," I reply, switching off my phone screen and turning to face him."You're a romance fan?""Yes, I am.""So, you must be waiting for your prince charming to rescue you then?""No, I'm not.""But you're a romance fan?""Yes.""I'm confused," he chuckles.I laugh before speaking. "I love romance novels, but not the typical kind you might be familiar with.""Hmm, let me guess, you're into dark romance," Charles says, smirking."Yes, I am." I smile. "How did you know?""Once you said it's not the typical type of romance, dark romance was the next thing that came to my head.So, tell me your favorite book and why it's your favorite.""I don't have just one favorite. I love too many.""What if you had to choos

I take a sip of my margarita and lie back down on the beach chair by Tamara's pool. Sighing, I remember what she told me a few days ago. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Jacob will be married soon. Just the thought is hard for me to handle. It's enough to make me want to drink, which is why I had to come over to Tamara's, so I could do it without Dad eyeing me. I've been drinking more lately, and he worries."There's something I need to tell you," Tamara says as she steps out of the pool."I'm listening," I say, putting my drink down and sitting up."Harvey finally found out why Jacob is behaving so strangely toward you.""Really?" I ask, hope fluttering in my heart. Things might start making sense now.Tamara nods and looks at me with pity in her eyes.I wonder why, isn't this good news? "What did he say?""He hates you.""What?" I ask, shocked."Jacob hates you, and Harvey says Jenny is responsible for it.""I don't understand.""After Jacob was discharged from the ho

Catching up with him before he walks back into the ballroom, I move to grab his arm, but he yanks out of my grip."Jacob, please tell me you didn't just say the word 'fiancée'?" I ask, my heart beating hard against my chest.He's about to reply, but someone beats him to it. My already cracked heart shatters into a million pieces once I hear her voice."There you are, my love," Hannah says from behind me. I hear her approaching, but before she can get to us, Jacob walks up to her. I turn around, and what I see breaks my heart even more. Tears fill my eyes as Jacob captures her lips in a kiss. My shattered heart squeezes in my chest and suddenly breathing is difficult. Jacob doesn't close his eyes as he kisses her; instead, he stares at me. I bite my lip to stop it from trembling and try my best to contain my tears, but I can't. My knees weaken, so I lean against the wall to prevent myself from falling.I can't believe he's kissing her. Does Jacob truly not love me anymore? When he said

Throwing the blanket off my body, I sit up and drop my feet over the side of the bed. Glancing at my phone, I see there's a few important messages that I'll need to reply to while at work. At first, it was hard going back into the office after everything that happened, but as the days have passed, I've been grateful for the distraction.It's been months since my child was taken from me. I can't believe how time flies. A part of me is grateful for how quickly it's passed because it makes it less painful that it's been a month since I last saw Jacob. His mother made sure the day we found out about his amnesia was the last time I stepped foot in that hospital.Not even Yennefer could help me.Not being able to be there for him at such a critical point in his life breaks my heart. I bet he still doesn't even know who I am. I'm certain his mother has made sure of that.Tears sting the back of my eyes, and I throw my head back, trying to blink them away. My heart breaks every time I think a

SARAHI bite my nails and pace the room, waiting for news of Jacob's rescue. Harvey came an hour ago and told me they were able to figure out where the gang was holding him, and that they were going to get him back. I have barely eaten or slept since I found out Jacob had been taken. I can't even think straight. The thought of losing Jacob and how much that will destroy me is all I can think about.The Smiths didn't report Jacob missing to the authorities. They feared the gang would have harmed him more in retaliation if they did. Instead, Edward hired a mercenary group to find him. But I also suspect Edward didn't want to get the cops involved, so the gang members wouldn't tell them about the kidnapping he had hired them for. I disagreed with their decision to not to go to the cops, but I honestly don't care as long as they find Jacob. Someone bursts into the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look at Tamara, wondering why the hell she came in like that."They found him!" Tamara

I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. The first thing I see as I open my eyes is a dark brown ceiling. Someone touches my arm, and I turn."Thank God, you woke up. I was worried sick." Tamara gets up from the chair she'd been sitting in and pulls me into her arms."Tamara?" I don't return her embrace, confused about where we are and what happened. "What's going on?" I ask as she pulls away from me."You don't remember?" Tamara's eyes widen.Closing my eyes, I try to force my brain to recall what happened. Tears flow down my cheeks as I remember. It wasn't just a horrible nightmare. It's true. I open my eyes and face Tamara, just as Harvey walks in."Harvey, please tell me Jenny was lying," I plead, begging him to tell me the words I wish to hear."Sarah..." His eyes are filled with sadness."Please say it." More tears stream down my face. Tamara grabs my hand and gives it a small squeeze."I wish I could."I swallow and force myself to ask a question that I'm not sure I w