Celana Zara Pria Novels & Stories

Priya snorts. Zara is outside when the meeting ends, one hip against the low stone wall near the department entrance, sunglasses pushed up into her hair and a coffee balanced in one hand like she was born knowing how to make waiting look expensive. She is wearing a fitted black tank under an oversized denim jacket that has definitely never belonged to her originally, tiny gold hoops catching the light when she turns her head. Her jeans are pale and cut high on the waist. Her mouth is glossy. Her nails are short and dark red. Zara always looks like she got dressed without effort and she would kill you before admitting she thought about it for forty minutes.

Jane's expression was calm but she silently searched for a way to escape the conversation. Selene looked her up and down. Did this mean her outfit consisted of authentic goods? Her coat was from a new high-end brand called the QZL family. Every piece of QZL's clothing was unique, only one of it’s kind existed, which made every item incredibly exclusive, not to mention expensive. Selene had to practically bleed her wallet dry to obtain the clothes she was wearing. Jane's outfit had to be a fake. Selene had heard that Ethan had lost his income; so he couldn't possibly have the means to spoil her so extravagantly.

“ I have two in mind, but we’ll discuss that later. Zara’s waiting for you” Right. I didn’t want to keep the lady of the house waiting. I rush upstairs and into the shower, quickly stripping and washing off the stress of the day. I pick out a simple pair of black pants and a black button up. I keep it casual by folding up the sleeves, because Zara loves it when I expose my forearms. She didn’t say it outright, but I may have caught her drooling a few times.

they chuckled before Zaden signaled to begin the training. Ropes hung from the oblivion peak of the waterfall. Zaden took off his shirt, exposing 8 packs that are now glistening with sweat. His flat stomach disappeared behind a visible V. His arms bulged even without any stress. All the others except for Makeala had taken off their shirt but Zaden stood exceptional, standing out from the crowd. Selena’s mouth parted a little to control her breathing as her eyes raked up and down his body. All 5 stood under the ropes, grabbed it with all force, and started climbing up

Zane shucked his trousers, leaving himself in nothing but underwear. Seeing this, Trey pressed his hand to his heart and smiled. “You wore my favorites.” The boxer briefs were black Calvin Kleins with a white waistband. Zane preferred Hugo Boss, but Trey had fetishized the former brand during his teenage jack off days. Exploiting this, Zane teased his fingers under the stretchy band. “Why don’t you finish stripping and then help me?”

Celena slammed the lid back on the box and hurled it onto the ground, refusing to even give it another look out of shame. The box contained a set of black, lacy lingerie with a sexy cutout at the crotch area that would no doubt reveal every inch of the wearer's private areas. Celena was so outraged by this blatant disrespect that her entire body trembled. Was she expected to wear this to her 'business meeting' with Yankel that night? Celena could not even begin to imagine what would happen that night. Her knees gave out from beneath her, and she sank to the ground in a crumpled heap, staring up at the ceiling above her in despair.

Pull off every string between him and Kenzo. This time. He’s not living to tell the story. He would have killed him while he was still young, he hadn’t known he would grow up to be this strong. Zara came down from the stairs. Clan in her skimpy sleeveless pajamas. Her nipple shoot her out, and the pajamas could barely cover her thighs. Her footsteps were light, she walks with elegance and power. She was no doubt a beauty. “Dad?” “Zara darling. Be quick!”

And there had to be something in that bathtub that was big enough for three people. During her lengthy bath the previous night, Zara felt instantly relaxed and sleepy once in the filled, metal-coloured tub. The nightwear she had on soon slipped onto the ground as her eyes grazed through the array of clothes that greeted her on her way to the bath area. Everything on the hanger looked expensive and rare. They were designs and materials one would never find on earth. Well, it seemed she found another good thing about Zenrada- they had nice clothes. With her nakedness on full display, Zara walked towards the bathtub which was already filled with water. She wondered if Sham told the lady that br

Zara's POV I stood in front of my mirror the next morning, smiling without meaning to as I stepped into the short schoolgirl skirt I had picked out. It was plaid and pleated, the kind that barely skimmed my thighs when I moved. I paired it with a simple white button-up top, leaving the first few buttons open so the fabric would shift and show just a hint of skin. No bra underneath.

ZARA I pull on a red T-shirt and a black denim skirt after my shower. My makeup is done, and I take a second to look at myself in the mirror. The purple lipstick is for Caleb. The red T-shirt used to belong to Damian before it shrank in the dryer, so it feels like I’m wearing something of his too… and somehow Felix’s as well. I chose clothes that are easy to get out of. If I need to shift later, I don’t want anything slowing me down.