By Zadie Smith Novels & Stories

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

Zayn : it's okay be good girl (kissed in forehead) After having breakfast Zayn went back to meet Sara's grandmother. Sara : where is Zayn? Maid : Mr. zayn went back to Mumbai , he told me to take care of you and he'll return soon. Sara : okay. After maid left... Sara : what happened suddenly, I hope he'll return soon...(sadly) (In Mumbai at hotel) Grandmother : I know you definitely meet me again... Zayn : what should I do now? Grandmother : it's seems like the blackspot... Zayn : yes I saw that in her in neck side

Liam asked groaning and Zian shrugged "Listen, I am not very hungry. Will see you later" he picked up his bag and walked out of the cafe As he was walking through the university corridor he saw the girl from the morning entering the main library with a sandwich in her hand. **** Zada was sitting in a secluded corner in the library with her note book. She had been working on her first official story It's her dream to become a children's book illustrator. And she would publish this, she thought determined. 'Go Mirrie Go!!' Phoebe sat on Mirrie the Magical horse with golden wings and screamed loud.

That same day, he had ordered a maid to throw it out. He hadn't noticed the flash of disappointment in Elena's eyes back then. It was just like how he never noticed that, behind every meal she cooked, every floor she cleaned, and every humiliation she endured, there was a living person trying to survive. Lorenzo moved into a small apartment, living among the commoners he had once looked down on. The room was tiny, with only a bed, a table, and a chair. The window faced north, so it never got any sun.

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

"Then don't forget your position." In front of the Smith Company in England, Nadhea could not forget the absolute power of various fields scooped by the most victorious child in the Smith family-Adam Smith - the perfect. Zayn opened the car door. "You go alone. Adam is waiting for you."Not out of attention, Nadhea drove herself while carrying provisions. Let's hope it's still warm.

It should've been that despicable woman's child who died, not mine. Derick, alarmed, moved to silence Jasmine, but it was too late. Her accusation had already ignited the fury of the family elders. "Die from sickness? Ayden is the White family's heir, our boss's own grandson. How dare you wish death upon him? Derick, are you looking to get shot alongside your adopted sister?" Derick, his heart pounding, swallowed hard and hissed at Jasmine, "Have you lost your mind? Stop spewing garbage and apologize this instant!"

My chest pounded hard. I crept towards the broken window and peered inside. A man held his bleeding hand and kept screaming. In Damian’s hand, was a knife covered in blood. My hands flew to my mouth as a gasp escaped. Damian turned to me but before his eyes could catch my sight, I turned away. My feet rooted to the spot. Then Damian called, “come inside, Janelle.” My fingers tightened around the door handle, but I didn’t move. “Don’t make me drag you!” He said again.

It made me wonder how even though they were murdering criminals, they still believed there was a God somewhere that would accept their prayer. "Welcome to the Beautiful Zandaezi, Mr. Badur," Zaheer said as the trucks pulled to a stop in front of the main house. "It is very beautiful," I replied. "I assure you, you are going to enjoy your stay here." Zaheer wasn't kidding when he said that. Our stay in Zarratown was the most memorable six months of my life. We were ushered into the building by a man neatly dressed in an expensive suit, similar to the one Zaheer had on. He also had a large turban on his head, which was decorated with all sorts of shiny ornaments.

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.