Red Tara Novels & Stories

“You—what are you doing here?” The smile never left her lips. “Relax, I didn’t come here for war.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “Then what exactly do you want?” “My name is Tara. My mother… she’s the head witch of New York. Your Alpha almost killed her.” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” “Yes,” she said calmly. “But that’s not why I’m here. There are bigger things happening now.” She leaned closer. “The Owl is close, Kaima. Really close. We need to act fast.”

"Tara's still lying in a hospital bed, and you think you get to stand here like nothing happened?" Rita's voice shook. "Then kill me. At least it'd be an ending for both of us." "Don't even think about it!" Seth snapped, the raw hurt in her eyes only driving his rage. His gaze darkened, fury simmering just under the surface. "Rita, Tara almost died because of one thing Victor said! She cares about her appearance more than anything, and now she's got shattered bones and hundreds of stitches on her face. "She even had to get a full blood transfusion."

she pauses, selecting the word with care, "an invitation." "An invitation to what?" She gives me a look that makes the question feel infantile. "Red. Venga." (Come on.) "You need to think." I file this under: look past the shoulder. By day three, my hair is a liability. In a yard of dark and grey heads, auburn hair is a beacon. I braid it tight, but the color is still the color. It marks me as a target. I realize I can't make myself less visible, so I must change what visibility means. It needs to stop meaning available target and start meaning claimed. Protected.

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

And though Lucie was the one who flirts, Cora just need to smile and guys would flock to her side. "Yeah, done that Yesterday. He's amazing." I said the most important part in a passing manner, which made all of them cursed. Again. Cora choked on her drink, while the rest let out their laughter and cursed some more. "Damn woman...." Tara the red hair of the bunch, curse at me. They say reds are passionate lovers, but our Tara is the timid one out of all of us. She has her issues. Honestly all of us have our past, which loomed over our heads. But we stick together and have each other's back.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.

I looked hot tonight, this red dress will totally rock the party tonight. There's a launching party that I have to attend tonight. My brother was the one who should take this but he's busy so he asked me to replace him instead. I wore this beautiful long red dress and it was so beautiful with small cross straps crossing my back until my waist. It has a beautiful V cut on the front and it fits my curves perfectly. My stylist braid my hair to the back making me more elegant but sexy at the same time. I love this long red dress so much, it just defines me.