Novels by Tamara

OLIVIA.Days had gone by since my mum’s return, and I was still processing everything. It felt like an endless whirlwind of emotions—surreal, disorienting, and yet, oddly comforting at times. She was here, alive. I had my mum back. That reality hadn’t fully sunk in yet, and I wasn’t sure it ever would.We’d been spending a lot of time together, talking, reconnecting, and even having a few sessions with Dr. Bennet. It was going well so far. But it wasn’t without its struggles. The nightmares were back. The ones where my mum died in that accident. The same haunting images that had plagued my sleep for years. And the worst part? They felt even more terrifying now because my mum was alive and standing right in front of me. I couldn’t shake the fear that something would happen to her again.That’s probably why it was good that she was staying with my dad for the time being. At least there, I could feel like she was safe, even if just for a while.But the one thing I wasn’t prepared for? Th

A faint beeping sound pulled me from my unconsciousness. My chest felt heavy, my limbs weak, and when I tried to open my eyes, the bright light above me made me wince.I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting, and the stark white ceiling came into focus. I wasn’t at home. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit me next, and I realized I was in a hospital room.Panic surged through me as flashes of what happened earlier began to surface. Aunt Stella’s coffee shop. My dad. Her.My breathing quickened, and the heart monitor to my left beeped louder, faster. I turned my head slightly, wincing at the sharp ache in my chest, and saw Emma sitting in a chair beside me, her face pale and her eyes red-rimmed. She wasn’t scrolling on her phone or fidgeting like she usually did. Instead, she stared at me like I might disappear if she looked away.“Emma,” I croaked, my voice raspy and dry.She shot up from her seat, knocking the chair over in the process. “Oh my God, Olly, you’re awake,” she said, her vo

OLIVIAIzzy and I sat on the couch in the living room, the air thick with unspoken tension. Emma, standing in the center of the room with a determined look, waited for us to break the silence."Well?" she prompted, her gaze sharp and expectant.Izzy finally broke the silence, her voice laced with anger. "Well? What do you want me to say? I just found out one of my best friends was sleeping with my brother behind my back, and none of you had the decency to tell me. Am I supposed to be excited about this?""First of all, I knew about it, but it wasn’t my place to tell you," Emma replied, her tone defensive. "I’ve known Olivia since we were kids, and it's not that simple—""Of course you knew," Izzy cut in. "And I’m just the girl you all met here, forced into being best friends because we’re roommates."Emma sighed. "That’s not what I meant. Both Olivia and I care about you and want what's best for you. We messed up, and we’re sorry. But we shouldn’t let this ruin what we have."Emma glan

OLIVIA.As I rode down from the intense high of my orgasm, collapsing against Dante, my breath came in ragged gasps. His whispered words, "Best birthday gift ever," sent a shiver down my spine, but as he brought his fingers, still warm from our intimate encounter, to his lips and sensually licked them clean, a rush of panic flooded my senses.Reality crashed down on me, overwhelming the lingering haze of pleasure, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. What had I just done?My eyes widened in realization, and I hurriedly straightened my ridden-up dress, cursing softly under my breath. Grabbing my phone and purse, which I had barely noticed I had discarded, I rushed towards the elevator, my heart pounding in my chest.Dante's urgent calls for me to wait echoed in the background, but I couldn't bring myself to face him. I needed to escape, to put distance between us before I drowned in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.Fumbling with the buttons, I despera

OLIVIA.Stepping into the building, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. Did I really want to be here? The thought nagged at me, but I pushed it aside. I was already here; there was no turning back now.Approaching the reception desk, I was met with a curious and a bit of familiar glance from the concierge. I racked my brain, trying to place where I might have seen her before, but nothing came to mind."Olivia?" the concierge asked, her voice tinged with familiarity.I nodded hesitantly, unsure of how I was recognized. Nevertheless, the concierge gestured for me to proceed.Making my way to the elevator that led to Dante's penthouse, I couldn't shake the feeling of doubt creeping in. Was I making a mistake by coming here? But I reasoned with myself - I was just here to talk, right?The elevator doors slid open, revealing Dante's living room bathed in natural light. I stepped out tentatively, glancing around the spacious and impeccably decorated space, unsure of what to do now that I

OLIVIA.It was a lazy afternoon, and predictably mundane.With just one class scheduled, the rest of the day stretched out before me, a yawning expanse of time waiting to be filled. Izzy was out for lunch with Lucas, while Emma was likely holed up in her room, immersed in a video call with Tyler.I found myself in the living room, sprawled on the couch with a bag of fries in hand, indulging in one of my guilty pleasures-re-watching "Wild Child" for what must have been the tenth time. I couldn't help but mouth along to some of the lines.Suddenly, the shrill ring of the doorbell pierced the air, shattering the serenity of my lazy afternoon. I groaned inwardly, my head falling back against the cushions as I silently prayed for Emma to magically emerge and answer the door.But of course, luck wasn't on my side that day. The doorbell rang again, and Emma's voice echoed from her room, oblivious to my silent plea. "There's someone at the door, Olly!!!" she shouted, her voice carrying a hint