Red Tara の小説・ストーリー

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

“You know me. I am not going to play by the books. It is obvious that Kael is interested in you, from everything you have told me. So why do you not act on it to get what you want?” “I do not know.” “No need for theses games,” Tara sat up and said. “When you meet him tomorrow, wear the red lipstick.” “Tara—” “Just listen.” Tara held up her hand. “It is not because he likes the red lipstick. You do not know that he likes it. He actually might not like it. So it is fifty-fifty. Maybe he likes it, maybe he does not. But it makes you more confident and it makes you more comfortable. So wear it tomorrow and try to use your feminine ways to get what you want.”

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

'Tara later called Rachel, “hello baby girl” Rachel responded, “You people need to be very careful because Tolu is a street guy, and I won't be surprised If he set you up over there” 'Tara said, “what do you mean?“ Rachel asked, “what you people are doing could spoil this job, and I have suffered for this job, and this job is paying any moment from now” 'Tara says, “and you are endangering my life here, they were brothers, and they share pieces of information

Everyone’s applause went louder as she smoothed her gown and walked towards her parents. “You must be proud of her,” Sarah said. Her words were almost forced. “Yes. She’s genuine. She tries to help people in her own way without photo ops or camera shoving in her face. She doesn’t want credits. All she wants is to make a small difference.” Tara curtsied at her parents before facing the guests. I looked at Revier, who seemed pleased for Tara, or was this another fake sympathy and performance because people were watching him, considering she lost everything because of them.

That must be super hard to have to restart all over again, but at the same time kinda cool as you get to try new and different things. Tara told me that she is in a way a hybrid Phoenix as the fact that she has two different forms she can shift into, both the fire and the ice, her fire Phoenix’s name is Danika, and her ice Phoenix’s name is Zorya, Danika means Morning star, she who brings the morning light, and Zorya means Blue sky.

“Understood. I'm familiar with the place, but I've never been inside. Do you have any images that would give me a better understanding of what you might be looking for?” Ah, she's such a sweet, naive little one. “Club Red does not allow cameras or video to be taken inside.” I'll leave out the fact that there are plenty of security cameras, that footage is not something that can be shared with anyone outside, and I highly doubt either Rico or Blake would allow me to make use of those videos. No, I'm going to have to take Bella inside the club so she can get a feel for what I’m looking for.

I’m running as fast as I can through the trees, my heart is racing. I feel like it will explode any minute. I can see the opening in the gate, my escape isn’t far off. I hear people yelling dogs barking, I know they are searching for me. I’m almost to the exit, my freedom, “Stop right there!!!” The guard yelled. I keep running, there’s a gunshot and it all goes black.

“Why on earth did you risk your life?!” Amarok’s voice boomed across the quiet tent as Tara sat between her sisters, changing into something more comfortable. Her old clothes—torn, blood-stained were now stuffed in a corner. Vera had helped her slip into a soft floral gown, the hem brushing her thighs, her hair let down in soft waves over her shoulders. Tara didn’t look at him at first. But Amarok was already pacing in the far corner, fists clenched at his sides, the muscle in his jaw ticking hard.

I thought about my train ticket and knew, without doubt, that I had made the right choice. As the party wound down, I reached for my wallet to pay the bill. Lily suddenly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Maddie, is that Dr. Ross?" I turned around. She was right. Sebastian stood there in a sharp gray suit. He cradled Suzanna Locke's puppy in one arm and stroked its fur with the other.